Johnny Boy's Bones (feat. The Dead South)

Well, I wish I was in the land of cotton

Old times, they are not forgotten

Look away, look away, look away

Dixieland

Oh, musket and cannon have torn his gray coat

Don't he look fine and handsome? Don't he look at his most?

For he fought in the foxholes and at this, I will boast

Don't they look fine and handsome? My poor Johnny Boy's bones

Well, who will bring back my Johnny Boy's bones

To lay beneath the trees of his Tennessee home?

A box, a box made of sturdy white oak

With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed

Well, he died for his country and he died for his kin

And he died killing men, a most honorable sin

But them mean boys in blue, they done turned him in

When they laid him low with a laugh and a grin

Oh, who will bring back my Johnny Boy's bones

To lay 'neath the trees of our Tennessee home?

A box, a box made of sturdy white oak

With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed

Oh, who will bring back my Johnny Boy's bones

To lay 'neath the trees of our Tennessee home?

A box, a box made of sturdy white oak

With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed

Oh, who will bring back my Johnny Boy's bones

To lay 'neath the trees of our Tennessee home?

A box, a box made from sturdy white oak

With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed