Nevada

We've come on the sloop John B

My grandfather and me

Around Nassau Town we did roam through

Them dry sea beds and dinosaur bones

The heat beat down fit to crack them stones

Man I feel so broke down I gotta go home

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 good days are gone

Them good days are gone

The good days are gone

The first mate - her heart sunk

She went and 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

30 cents a gallon the superhighway -

You could fly like the wind through the hollow of the day

John Stone would leave you alone

You'd never get broke down never go home

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 good days are gone

Them good days are gone

The good days are gone

Nevada Baby don't go to bits

We get to Reno and we call it quits

Nevada Baby don't go to bits

We get to Reno and we call it quits

Nevada Baby don't go to bits

We get to Reno and we call it quits

Nevada Baby don't go to bits

We get to Reno and we call it quits

Nevada Baby don't go to bits

We get to Reno and we call it quits

Nevada Baby don't go to bits

We get to Reno and we call it quits