Chords for The Kingston Trio: Sloop John B

_ _ _ Hey, we _ come on the sloop John B, my grandfather and me. _ _
Around that soft town [D] we did roam, _ _ _ drinking [G] all night, _ _ _ got into [C] a _ _ _ [Am] fight.
Well [G] I feel so break up, [D] I want to go home.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G]
First up did John B sail, _ _ she had me many sail sets. _ _
Called for the captain I shot, let me [D] go home, _ _ _ let me [G] go home, _ _ I want to [C] go _ _ [Am] home.
_ Well [G] I feel so break up, I want to go home.
_ [D] _ _ _ [G] Well the cook he got the fits, _ _ throwed out all of my grits. _ _
Then he went and he ate up all of [D] my corn.
_ _ _ Sheriff [G] John Stone, Sheriff John was stone, don't leave me [C]
alone.
_ _ [Am] _ _ Well [G] I feel so break up, I want to go home.
[D] First _ _ _ [G] _
up did John B sail, _ she had me many sail sets. _ _
Called for the captain I shot, let me [D] go home, _ _ _ let me [G] go home, _ _ I want to [C] go _ _ _ [Am] home.
Well [G] I feel so break up, I want to go home.
_ [D] _ _ _ [G] Well the first mage he got drunk, _ he pulled down the people's trunks.
_ A constable had to come and take him [D] _
away.
_ _ _ Sheriff [G] John Stone, Sheriff John was stone, don't leave me [C]
alone.
_ _ [Am] _ _ Well [G] I feel so break up, I want to go home.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G]
First up did John B sail, _ she had me many sail sets. _
Called for the captain I shot, let [D] me go home, _ _ _ let [G] me go home, _ I want to [C] go _ [Am] home.
_ Well [G]
I feel so break up, [D] _ I [Bm] want to [G] go home.
_ [D] _ I [G] want to go _ home.
_ [D] I want to go _ _ _ _ home.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I _ _ _ _ _ _ am originally from the mountains of North Carolina. _ _ _ _ _ _
Let's try that again.
Say it slower.
I am originally from the mountains of North Carolina. _ _ _ _
You didn't need to.
_ When I was a small child, _ _ _ I used to go over to the big metropolis of Boone, North Carolina. _
_ Named after Davy Crockett. _ _ _
_ _ We had a little trouble getting him upstairs, we got to the lobby and he saw this room that just said breasts on it.
And _ over _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ in Boone, I used to listen, when I was four or five years old, I used to listen to a guy play the guitar.
He was a blind man, the proverbial blind man playing the guitar on the street corner with his guitar case open hoping for people to throw money into it.
He was from Deep Gap, _ _
_ _ [N] which was ten miles down the road from Boone. _
_ Well this guy later became _ somewhat well known, his name is Doc Watson.
_ _ _ But my sister still just knows him as the old blind man from the holler. _ _
And I asked him the other day, he said, Doc you still play great.
_ You still playing the same things?
I mean he's 81 years old now.
He said, I play all the same notes, I just play them a little slower. _ _ _ _ _
Well he played a lot of the old Appalachian Hill songs before anyone else knew what they were and this next song was one of those.
It's a song that tells a story about a young man from Wilkes County.
_ Went off to the Civil War, came home a hero. _
_ _ He soon found a girlfriend. _ _
_ Being a handsome and a roguish young lad, he soon found an additional girlfriend. _ _
Girlfriend number one was a bit concerned about that.
She thought to herself, _ if we used to get married _ _ and then had to get divorced because of girlfriend number two, _ _ _ _ _ would we still be cousins? _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ North Carolina.
_ _ _ _ _ Well Laura Foster had no answer for her own question, but it seems that Tom supplied [N] the answer.