We sailed on the ship John B my grandfather and me

Around Nassau town we did roam

Drinking all night got into a fight

Well I feel so homesick 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 why don't you let me go home

Well I feel so homesick I wanna go home

The 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 homesick I wanna go home

Then the cook he caught the fits threw out all of my grits

Then he took and ate up all of my corn

Let me go home why don't you let me go home

Well this is the worst trip since I have been born

So hoist up the John B sail...