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...