We come on this loop, John B, my grandfather and me Around Nassau town we did roam Drinking all night, got into a fight Well, I feel so broken, I wanna go home So hoist up the John B. sail, see how the mainsail sets Call for the captain ashore, let me go home Let me go home, I wanna go home Well, I feel so broken, I wanna go home First mate he got drunk, broke him the captain's drum The constable had to come and take him away Sheriff John Stone, why don't you leave me alone Well, I feel so broken, I wanna go home So hoist up the John B. sail, see how the mainsail sets Call for the captain ashore, let me go home I wanna go home, let me go home Hoist up the John B. sail I feel so broken, I wanna go home Let me go home The poor cook he caught the fish, threw away all my grits And then he took and he ate up all of my corn Let me go home, why don't they let me go home This is the worst trip I've ever been on Hoist up the John B. See how the mainsail, see how the mainsail Call for the captain ashore, let me go home Let me go home, I wanna go home