Текст песни Sloop John B - Tom McRae
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.
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