"Johnny Boy's Bones" lyrics - 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

Hollow my skit and cannon, half torn his grey cloak
Don't he look fine and handsome, don't he look at his most
Forty-five in the fox holes and of 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 and most honourable sin
But them mean boys in blue they done turned him in
When they laid him low with no life 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 from 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

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