Nassau Bound

from by SaltyPaws



A real Bahamian folk song.


There's no better place than a sailin' ship to get an education,
You learn how to tar the ratlines down and drink up your rum ration.

We sailed on the sloop John B., my grandfather and me,
'Round Nassau town we did roam,
Drinkin' all night, got into a fight,
I feel so break up, I wanna go home.

So, hoist up the John B's sails, see how the mainsail sets,
Call for the Captain ashore, let me go home.
I wanna go home. I wanna go home.
I feel so break up, I wanna go home.

We carried the ladies to Nassau town, like other sailin' boats,
There was twenty trunks down in the hold all full of petticoats,
But the First Mate he got drunk, broke in the ladies' trunks,
The constable come on board to take him away,
Sheriff Johnstone, please let me alone, I feel so break up, I wanna go home.

We eat aboard the sloop John B. food of the very best,
But Cook he never calls it food, he only call it a mess,
Then Cook got "the fits", throw 'way all of the grits,
Then he took and ate up all of the corn,
Let me go home. Won't you let me go home, This is the worst trip, I've ever been on.


from Live Bait, released November 13, 2015



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SaltyPaws Green Cove Springs, Florida

When you think of wandering minstrels, do you ever think they might live on a boat? SaltyPaws is a sailing acoustic duo, living aboard their catamaran, sailing and singing the Atlantic eastern seaboard. You'll hear guitar and 5 string banjo, spiced with harmonica and concertina. Wherever the boat is in port, you'll find Bentley and Jim joining a jam, at an open mic, or busking a street corner. ... more

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