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...