Johnny Boy’s Bones Songtext
von Colter Wall

Well I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times they are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away
Dixie Land

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 ′neath 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 killin′ men
A most honourable 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 of sturdy white oak
With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed