Nassau Bound
Words and music: Traditional © Hal Leonard Corp.
Arrangement: Tom Lewis
(Recorded by Tom Lewis on 360° All Points of the Compass)
There's no better place than a sailin'
ship to get an education,
You learn how to tar the ratlines down and drink up your rum
ration.
So, hoist up the John B's sails, see how the mainsail sets,
Call for the Captain ashore, let me go home.
I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I feel so break up, I wanna
go home.
We sailed on the sloop John B., my grandfather and me,
'Round Nassau town we did roam,
Drinkin' all night, got into a fight,
I feel so break up, I wanna go home.
We carried the ladies to Nassau town, like other sailin'
boats,
There was twenty trunks down in the hold all full of
petticoats,
But the First Mate he got drunk, broke up the ladies' trunks,
The constable come on board to take him away,
Sheriff Johnstone, please let me alone,
I feel so break up, I wanna go home.
We eat aboard the sloop John B. food of the very best,
But Cookie he never calls it food, he only call it a mess,
Then Cookie took "the fits", throw 'way all of the grits,
Then he took and throw 'way all of the corn,
Let me go home. Won't you let me go home,
I feel so break up, I wanna go home.
