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Download#034 {title:Sloop John B} {st:Traditional} We c[C]ome on the Sloop John B, my grandfather and me. Around Nassau town we did r[G7]oam, Drinking all n[C]ight, Got into a f[F]ight, Well I f[C]eel so break up, [G7]I wanta go h[C]ome. {c:Chorus:} So h[C]oist up the John B sail, see how the mains'l sets, Call for the captain ashore, let me go h[G7]ome. Let me go h[C]ome, I wanta go h[F]ome, Well I f[C]eel so break up, [G7]I wanta go h[C]ome. First Mate, he got drunk, broke up the people's trunk, Constable had to come and take him away. Sheriff John Stone, why don't you leave me alone? Well I feel so break up, I wanta go home. {c:Chorus.} The poor cook he caught the fits, threw away all my grits, Then he took and ate up all of my corn. Let me go home, I wanta go home, This is the worst trip I've ever been on. {c:Chorus.} # # Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives # by Steve Putz# 7 September 1992