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Sloop john b

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  • #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the# #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.# #-----------------------------------------------------------------------------# "Sloop John B" (traditional, arranged by Brian Wilson) Intro: (flute doubled with glockenspiel, arr. for guitar) v v v v v v v v -8---------------|-------9-8------- -----------------|-----------9----- -----------------|-------------6--- -----------------|----------------- -----------------|----------------- -----------------|----------------- Verse 1: Ab We come on the sloop John B My grandfather and me Eb Around Nassau town we do roam Ab Drinking all night Db /C Bbm Got into a fight Ab Well I feel so broke up Bbm Eb Ab I wanna go home Chorus (chord progression same as verses): So hoist up the John B's sail [2: (hoist up the John B's sail)] See how the mainsail sets [2: (see how the mainsail sets)] Call for the Captain ashore, let me go home [2: (let me go home)] Let me go home I wanna go home, yeah yeah Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home Verse 2: The first mate he got drunk And broke in the Captain'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 [repeat chorus w/acapella break]: [N.C.] I wanna go home, let me go home (Hoist up the John B's sail) Why don't you let me go home (Hoist up the John B's sail) (Hoist up the John B) (instruments re-enter) I feel so broke up I wanna go home (Let me go home) Verse 3: 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 [double-time] home Why don't they let me go home This is the worst trip I've ever been on [repeat chorus to fade] -- another ace 60's tab from Andrew Rogers

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