Song Name: | Sloop John B. (Full Version) | By: | The Beach Boys |
Posted By: | Spiritgirl33 | Difficulty: | Any |
Key: | Any | Genre: | Folk |
Harp Type: | Any | ||
Created: | 2008-12-21 23:12:43 | Modified: | 2009-02-05 02:02:35 |
Song: | Sloop John B.
Verse 1: 6 6 8 8 8 8 -9 8 W e come on the sloop John B., 6 6 8 8 8 8 -9 8 m y grandfather and me. 6 6 8 8 8 8 -9 9 9 9 -9 8 -8 A A round Nassau town w e e did roam. 6 -6 -7 7 7 7-8 8 -9 Drinkin' all night. got into a fight. -9 -9 7 8 8 8 8 7 We ll, I feel so broke up, -8 -8 7 -7 7 I wa na go home. Chorus: 6 8 8 8 8 -9 8 So, hoist up the John B's sails. 8 8 8 8 -9 8 See how the main sail sets. 8 8 8 8 -9 9 9 Call for the captain a shore, 9 9 -9 8 -8 6 -6 -7 7 and let me go home. Let me go home. 7 7 7 -8 8 -9 9 -8 I wa n na go home. Oh, yeah. -9 -9 7 8 8 8 8 7 We ll, I feel so broke up, -8 -8 7 -7 7 I wa na go home. Verse 2: 6 6 8 8 8 -9 8-----> The first mate, he got drunk. 6 6 8 8 8 8 -9 8 ----> H e broke in the captain's trunk. 6 6 8 8 8 8 -9 9 9 9 -9 8 -8 The Constable had to come and take him a way. 6 -6 -7 7 Sheriff John Stone, 7 7 7 7 -8 8 -9 why don't you leave me a lone? 9 -8 -9 Oh yeah, well -8 8 8 8 8 7 I feel so broke up, -8 -8 -8 7 -7 7 I wa n a go home. Chorus .... Verse 3: 6 8 8 8 8 8 -9 8-----> Well, the poor cook he caught the fits. 6 6 8 8 8 8 -9 8---> Threw away all of my grits. 6 6 8 8 8 8 -9 9 9 -9 8 -8 Then he took and he ate up all of my corn. 6 -6 -7 7 Let me go home. 7 7 7 -8 8 -9 Well, I wa na go home. 9 -8 -9 -8 8 8 8 7 Oh, yeah. Th-is is the worst trip -8 -8 7 -7 7 I've ever been on. Chorus (and fade out) |