The current political news is so uninspiring, that I thought I’d do something different, less depressing, and hopefully, more interesting…
My current favorite guitar teacher, Fred Sokolow, does an excellent job of teaching the folk classic the Beach Boys popularized. I had no idea it was a pretty old folk tune. Here are the lyrics (no doubt, in the public domain longer than my father has been alive, and probably longer than his father’s life span).
‘We come on the Sloop John B., my grandfather and me. Around Nassau town we did roam, Drinking all night, got into a fight. I feel so broke (I going with the Beach Boy words here, instead of “break up”) up, I wanna go home.
Chorus: ‘So hoist up the John B. sails, see how the main sail sets, Call for the captain ashore, let me go home. Let me go home. I want to go home. I feel so broke-up, I wanna go home.
“The first mate he got drunk, broke up the people’s trunk. Constable had to come and take him away. Sheriff Johnstone, please let me alone. I feel so broke-up, I wanna go home.
“The poor cook he got the fits, threw away all of my grits, Then he took and ate up all of my corn. Let me go home, I wanna go home, This is the worse trip I ever been on.”
WordPress formatting does not fit well with poetry-type writing, but hopefully, the gist is clear enough here. Will follow with some YouTube treats.