Nevada!

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