Johnny Boy's Bones

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