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Sloop John B

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Skladba Sloop John B vyšla 16. května 1966 Capitol Records na albu Pet Sounds

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Skladba Sloop John B byla v minulém týdnu nejčastěji objevena v segmentu v prvních několika sekundách.

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

Brian Wilson

Background Vocals

Mike Love

Background Vocals

Steve Douglas

Temple Blocks

Jim Horn

Flute

Jay Migliori

Flute

Al De Lory

Prepared Piano

Jack Nimitz

Bass Saxophone

Al Casey

Acoustic Rhythm Guitar

Jerry Cole

12-String Electric Guitar

Billy Strange

12-String Electric Guitar

Carol Kaye

Bass Guitar

Lyle Ritz

Upright Bass

Hal Blaine

Drums

Frank Capp

Glockenspiel

Al Jardine

Background Vocals

Bruce Johnston

Background Vocals

Carl Wilson

Background Vocals

Dennis Wilson

Background Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Brian Wilson

Arranger (Traditional)

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Brian Wilson

Producer

Chuck Britz

Engineer

Mark Linett

Mixing Engineer

Texty

[Verse 1]

We come on the sloop John B

My grandfather and me

Around Nassau town, we did roam

Drinkin' all night

Got into a fight

Well, I feel so broke up

I wanna go home

[Chorus]

So 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 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

[Chorus]

So 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

Home

Feel so broke up

I wanna go home

[Verse 3]

The poor cook, he caught the fit

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 on

[Chorus]

So 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

Home

Written by: Brian Wilson

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