Songtexte John B - Jerry Butler

We came on the old John B., my grandpa and me
'Round Nassau town we did roam
Drinkin' all night, got into the dawn's first fight
Well, I get so broke up, boys, I wanna go home
You better hoist up the John B's sails
See how the mainsail sets
You tell the captain ashore I wanna go home
Let me go home, let me go home, yeah

I get so broke up, boys, I wanna go home
I said I get so broke up, I wanna go home

Oh, please take me with you
I'd like to go to Loveland with you
Well, now, the first man, he got drunk
And he broke up the people's trunk
And the constable had to come and take him away
Oh, Sheriff John Stone, why don't you leave me alone?

You know I get so broke up, child, I wanna go home
I said I get so broke up, I wanna go home
I wish this old whiskey'd leave me alone
So I could get on home

Now the granddaddy of all folk singers
I sure wish this cab would hurry this thing on up
So we could get on outta here
'Cause I get so broke up, I wanna go home
Oh, holy Michael in the morning, I wanna go home, yeah