The Sloop John B ( * I Feel So Broke Up, I Want To Go Home * )
Written By (Unknown - Traditional Music)

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 want to go home

So 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 home

The first mate he got drunk And broke in the Cap'n'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 home

So 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, let me go home Why don't you let me go home Hoist up the John B's sail I feel so broke up I wanna go home Let me go home

The 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 on

So 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, let me go home Why don't you let me go home

( Nested Song - "Moonlight Feels Right" )

The wind blew some luck in my direction I caught it in my hands today I finally made a tricky french connection you winked and gave me your o.k. I'll take you on a trip beside the ocean and drop the top at Chesapeake Bay ain't nothing like the sky to dose a potion the moon'll send you on your way Moonlight feels right, moonlight feels right. We'll lay back and observe the constellations and watch the moon smiling bright I'll play the radio on southern stations 'cause southern belles are hell at night you say you came to Baltimore from Ole Miss a class of '74 gold ring the eastern moon looks ready for a wet kiss to make the tide rise again Moonlight feels right, moonlight feels right.

We'll see the sun come up on sunday morning and watch it fade the moon away I guess you know I'm giving you a warning 'cause me and moon are itching to play I'll take you on a trip beside the ocean and drop the top at Chesapeake Bay ain't nothing like the sky to dose a potion the moon'll send you on your way Moonlight feels right, moonlight feels right.