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Sloop John B
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Трек «Sloop John B» вышел в 16 мая 1966 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Capitol Records»)Pet Sounds
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Brian Wilson
Brian Wilson
Бэк-вокал
Mike Love
Mike Love
Бэк-вокал
Steve Douglas
Steve Douglas
Тэмпл-блок
Jim Horn
Jim Horn
Флейта
Jay Migliori
Jay Migliori
Флейта
Al De Lory
Al De Lory
Подготовленное фортепиано
Jack Nimitz
Jack Nimitz
Бас-саксофон
Al Casey
Al Casey
Акустическая ритм-гитара
Jerry Cole
Jerry Cole
Двенадцатиструнная электрогитара
Billy Strange
Billy Strange
Двенадцатиструнная электрогитара
Carol Kaye
Carol Kaye
Бас-гитара
Lyle Ritz
Lyle Ritz
Контрабас
Hal Blaine
Hal Blaine
Барабаны
Frank Capp
Frank Capp
Глокеншпиль
Al Jardine
Al Jardine
Бэк-вокал
Bruce Johnston
Bruce Johnston
Бэк-вокал
Carl Wilson
Carl Wilson
Бэк-вокал
Dennis Wilson
Dennis Wilson
Бэк-вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Brian Wilson
Brian Wilson
Аранжировщик (традиционная музыка)
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Brian Wilson
Brian Wilson
Продюсер
Chuck Britz
Chuck Britz
Инженер
Mark Linett
Mark Linett
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[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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