So hoist up the John B's sail,
See how the main sail sets,
Call for the Captain ashore, let me go home...
I wanna go home, let me go home..."The trailor is packed, and we are ready to go whenever. If I have my way we won't leave until morning. Tomas at first seemed ready to start now, but I don't want to start a long drive in the evening,
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