| G |
| We | come on the sloop John B |
My grandfather and me
| D |
| Around Nassau town we do | roam |
| G |
| Well I | feel so broke up |
| G |
| So | hoist up the John B’s sail |
See how the mainsail sets
| D |
| Call for the captain ashore, let me go | home |
| G | C | Am7 |
| Let me go | home I wanna go | home, yeah | yeah |
| G | D | G |
| Well I | feel so broke up | I wanna go | home |
| G |
| The | first mate he got drunk |
And broke in the captain’s trunk
| D |
| The constable had to come and take him | away |
| C | Am7 |
| Why don’t you leave me | alone, yeah | yeah |
| G |
| Well I | feel so broke up |
| G |
| So | hoist up the John B’s sail |
See how the mainsail sets
| D |
| Call for the captain ashore, let me go | home |
| G | C | Am7 |
| Let me go | home I wanna go | home, yeah | yeah |
| G | D | G |
| Well I | feel so broke up | I wanna go | home |
| G |
| The | poor cook he caught the fits |
And threw away all my grits
| D |
| And then he took and he ate up all of my | corn |
| G | C | Am7 |
| Let me go | home I wanna go | home, yeah | yeah |
| G | D | G |
| This | is the worst trip | I’ve ever been | on |
| G |
| So | hoist up the John B’s sail |
See how the mainsail sets
| D |
| Call for the captain ashore, let me go | home |
| G | C | Am7 |
| Let me go | home I wanna go | home, yeah | yeah |
| G | D | G |
| Well I | feel so broke up | I wanna go | home |