About the song
A timeless tale of the sea, sung by the Beach Boys and cherished by generations, “Sloop John B” is more than just a song; it’s a maritime odyssey that has captured hearts and imaginations for over a century.
Originating as a Bahamian folk song, “Sloop John B” first appeared in print in 1916, thanks to the transcription of Richard Le Gallienne. Its lyrical narrative, filled with the salty air of adventure and the bittersweet melancholy of a sailor’s life, resonated with readers and musicians alike.
The song’s popularity surged in the 1960s when the Beach Boys released their iconic folk rock adaptation. Produced by the visionary Brian Wilson, this version introduced a generation to the haunting melody and evocative lyrics of “Sloop John B.” The song’s intricate harmonies and a cappella sections were groundbreaking for their time, setting a new standard for pop music.
Beyond its commercial success, “Sloop John B” has endured as a cultural touchstone. Its timeless themes of longing, loss, and the allure of the open sea have connected with audiences of all ages. Whether you’re a seasoned sailor or simply appreciate a great song, “Sloop John B” offers a captivating journey that continues to resonate today.
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Lyrics
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 homeSo 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 homeThe 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 homeSo 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)
Hoist up the john b
I feel so broke up i wanna go home
Let me go homeThe 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 onSo 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