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Jerry Jeff Walker penned ‘Sloop John B’. So what?

This is the first in a regular rambling on Jerry Jeff Walker. (Note, this is a reposting of an earlier article that seemed really popular with purveyors of assorted link farmers. We’ll see if reposting shakes them. Or if their hooks are into one of the links here. I’ll let you know.)

So, onto the ‘So What’ about Jerry Jeff. First of all, I like the guy. Who doesn’t love an ex-drunk singer/songwriter? Rugged cowboy character, classic songs, epic life–what’s not to like? And of all the times I’ve heard the name never did I think he was credited with the lyrics for the Beach Boys song, Sloop John B. Again, thank you oh wise and powerful internet. But it’s one of those things where his name and mine being so similar that I can’t avoid it. In fact, if you search for Jeff Walker online (yes, I Google myself–as if you don’t) Jerry Jeff Walker comes up. For fifteen pages. And I never appear. So I thought I’d set up a Google Alert for Jeff Walker and see who else is out there. Of course, Jerry Jeff comes up most of all. But so does this Jeff Walker, the farmer in England who had an altercation in Exeter, England. It involves a political sign poster, a farmer, some land and a toe-to-toe standoff. Could be in Texas, with another Jeff Walker observing it all and wondering if there’s a lyric in there. So here’s to all the Jeff Walkers out there, invisible, famous and inbetween. And here’s to the almighty Google algorithm for finding us, ranking us accordingly, and feeding us Sloop John B–a song that while catchy, is probably the last thing I thought I would ever quote on my blog. It’s a Jerry Jeff thing, I guess. It’s all about the So What that makes me look at it and wonder why not.

We come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home

So hoist up the John B’s sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up
I wanna go home

The first mate he got drunk
And broke in the Cap’n’s trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone
Why don’t you leave me alone, yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home

So hoist up the John B’s sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, let me go home
Why don’t you let me go home
(Hoist up the John B’s sail)
Hoist up the John B
I feel so broke up I wanna go home
Let me go home

The poor cook he caught the fits
And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home
Why don’t they let me go home
This is the worst trip I’ve ever been on

So hoist up the John B’s sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, let me go home
Why don’t you let me go home