Karaoké Johnny Boy's Bones Colter Wall & 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

Forty-five 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 killin' 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 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

Oh 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

Oh 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