Tom McRae - Sloop John B текст песни

We come on a sloop John B, my grandfather and me,
Around us a whole town we did wrong, drinking all night.
Got into a fight, oh, yeah,
I feel so broken, I wanna go home.

So waste up the John B sale,
See, had the main sail set.
Call for the captain ashore and let me go home,
I wanna go home.
Why won’t you let me go home?
I feel so broken, I wanna go home.

The first mate, he got drunk,
Broken the captain’s trunk.
The constable had to come and take him away.
To the shore of John Stone.
Will you leave me alone?
I feel so broken, I wanna go home.

So waste up the John B sale,
See, had the main sail set.
Call for the captain ashore and let me go home,
I wanna go home.
Why won’t you let me go home?
I feel so broken, I wanna go home.

The poor cook, he caught the feet
Thruway all my grass
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn,
Let me go home.
Why won’t you let me go home?
This is the worst trip I’ve ever been on.

So waste up the John B sale,
See, had the main sail set.
Call for the captain ashore and let me go home,
I wanna go home.
Why won’t you let me go home?
I feel so broken, I wanna go home.