We've come on the sloop John B, my grandfather & me Round Nassau Town we did roam through them dry sea beds And them dinosaur bones The heat beat down fit to crack them stones And I feel so broke down I gotta go home... So hoist up the John B sails See how the main sail sets I call for the captain, sayin, "I gotta go home" I call for the captain, sayin, "I wanna go home" (Them good days are gone) The first mate, her heart sunk She went & cried in the captain's bunk I said, Don't cry baby; don't fly in a rage! I'll tell you a story about the Golden Age It was 30 cents a gallon on a superhighway And you could fly like the wind through the hollow of the day John Stone? He'd leave you alone You'd never get broke down, never go home So hoist up the John B sails See how the main sail sets I call for the captain, sayin, "I gotta go home" I call for the captain, sayin, "I wanna go home" (Them good days are gone) Nevada! Honey, don't go to bits We'll get to Reno & we'll call it quits