Текст песни The Wreck of the John B - The Kingston Trio

The Wreck of the John B

We come on the sloop John B\nmy grandfather and me\naround Nassau town we did roam\ndrinkin' all night\ngot into a fight\nwell, I feel so break up\nI wanna go home.\nHoist up the John B. sails\nsee how the main sail’s set\ncall for the captain ashore\nLet me go home.\nLet me go home.\nI wanna go home.\nWell I feel so break up\nI wanna go home.\nFirst mate he got drunk\nbroke up the people’s trunk\nconstable had to come and take him away\nSheriff John Stone\nWhy don’t you leave me alone?\nWell I feel so break up\nI wanna go home\nHoist up the John B. sails\nsee how the main sail’s set\ncall for the captain ashore\nLet me go home.\nLet me go home.\nI wanna go home\nWell I feel so break up\nI wanna go home\nWell the poor cook he caught me fits\nThrow away all of my grits\nthen he took and he ate up all of my corn.\nLet me go home.\nI wanna go home.\nThis is the worst trip\nsince I have been born.\nHoist up the John B. sails\nsee how the main sail’s set\ncall for the captain ashore\nLet me go home.\nLet me go home.\nI wanna go home\nWell I feel so break up\nI wanna go home\nHoist up the John B. sails\nsee how the main sail’s set\ncall for the captain ashore\nLet me go home.\nLet me go home.\nI wanna go home\nWell I feel so break up\nI wanna go home\nend