Sloop John B ukulele

Sloop John B

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{title:Sloop John B}
{st:Traditional}
We cCome on the Sloop John B, my grandfather and me.
Around Nassau town we did rG7oam,
Drinking all nCight, Got into a fFight,
Well I fCeel so break up, G7I wanta go hCome.


{C:Chorus:}
     So hCoist up the John B sail, see how the mains'l sets,
     Call for the captain ashore, let me go hG7ome.
     Let me go hCome, I wanta go hFome,
     Well I fCeel so break up, G7I wanta go hCome.


First Mate, he got drunk, broke up the people's trunk,
Constable had to come and take him away.
Sheriff John Stone, why don't you leave me alone?
Well I feel so break up, I wanta go home.

     {C:Chorus.}

The poor cook he caught the fits, threw away all my grits,
Then he took and ate up all of my corn.
Let me go home, I wanta go home,
This is the worst trip I've ever been on.

     {C:Chorus.}
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# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
# by Steve Putz 
# 7 September 1992

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