Johnny Boy's Bones lyrics

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 torn his gray coat

Don't he look fine and handsome

Don't he look at his most

45 in the foxhole 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

• Artist:Colter Wall
• Album:Imaginary Appalachia