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About the Song
“Sloop John B” is a song by the American rock band The Beach Boys, released in 1966 as the second single from their album Pet Sounds. It is a folk song that was originally published as “The John B.” in 1946 by the American folk singer Alan Lomax. The Beach Boys’ version of the song was produced and arranged by Brian Wilson, and it was a major hit, reaching number 3 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart.
The song is a sea shanty about a sailor named John B who is sailing home from Nassau. The song is sung in a call-and-response style, with the chorus singing “Sloop John B, come on home” and the verses telling the story of John B’s journey. The song is notable for its use of a cappella vocals, which was unusual for pop music at the time.
“Sloop John B” is one of the most popular and enduring songs by The Beach Boys, and it is often considered to be one of their greatest hits. The song has been covered by many other artists, and it has been used in films, television shows, and commercials.
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Lyrics: Sloop John B
We come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well, I feel so broke up
I wanna go homeSo hoist up the John B’s sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home
Let me go home
I wanna go home, yeah, yeah
Well, I feel so broke up
I wanna go homeThe first mate, he got drunk
And broke in the captain’s trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone
Why don’t you leave me alone? Yeah, yeah
Well, I feel so broke up
I wanna go homeSo hoist up the John B’s sail (Hoist up the John B’s sail)
See how the mainsail sets (See how the mainsail sets)
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home
Let me go home, I wanna go home
Let me go home (Hoist up the John B’s sail)
Hoist up the John B (Hoist up the John B)
I feel so broke up
I wanna go home, let me go homeThe poor cook, he caught the fits
And 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 onSo hoist up the John B’s sail (Hoist up the John B’s sail)
See how the mainsail sets (See how the mainsail sets)
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home
Let me go home, I wanna go home
Let me go home