Johnny Boy's Bones feat. The Dead South

歌詞

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