Johnny Boys Bones Chords & Lyrics - Colter Wall
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[INTRO]
Well I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times they are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away
Dixieland
[VERSE 1]
[Gm]Oh musket and cannon have t[F]orn his gray coat
[Cm]Don't he look fine and handsome
Don't he l[Gm]ook at his most
[Gm]45 in the foxhole and of th[F]is I will boast
[Cm]Don't they look fine and handsome
My poor Jo[Gm]hnny Boy's Bones
[CHORUS]
Well w[Gm]ho will bring back my Joh[F]nny Boy's Bones
To [Cm]lay beneath the trees of his T[Gm]ennessee home
A b[Gm]ox, a box made of stu[F]rdy white oak
With his ar[Cm]ms folded up and his b[Gm]lue eyes all closed
[VERSE 2]
Well he d[Gm]ied for his country
And he di[F]ed for his kin
And he di[Cm]ed killing men
A most ho[Gm]norable sin
But them m[Gm]ean boys in blue
They done [F]turned him in
When they [Cm]laid him low
With a lau[Gm]gh and a grin
[CHORUS X2]
Well w[Gm]ho will bring back my Joh[F]nny Boy's Bones
To [Cm]lay beneath the trees of his T[Gm]ennessee home
A b[Gm]ox, a box made of stu[F]rdy white oak
With his ar[Cm]ms folded up and his b[Gm]lue eyes all closed
Well I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times they are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away
Dixieland
[VERSE 1]
[Gm]Oh musket and cannon have t[F]orn his gray coat
[Cm]Don't he look fine and handsome
Don't he l[Gm]ook at his most
[Gm]45 in the foxhole and of th[F]is I will boast
[Cm]Don't they look fine and handsome
My poor Jo[Gm]hnny Boy's Bones
[CHORUS]
Well w[Gm]ho will bring back my Joh[F]nny Boy's Bones
To [Cm]lay beneath the trees of his T[Gm]ennessee home
A b[Gm]ox, a box made of stu[F]rdy white oak
With his ar[Cm]ms folded up and his b[Gm]lue eyes all closed
[VERSE 2]
Well he d[Gm]ied for his country
And he di[F]ed for his kin
And he di[Cm]ed killing men
A most ho[Gm]norable sin
But them m[Gm]ean boys in blue
They done [F]turned him in
When they [Cm]laid him low
With a lau[Gm]gh and a grin
[CHORUS X2]
Well w[Gm]ho will bring back my Joh[F]nny Boy's Bones
To [Cm]lay beneath the trees of his T[Gm]ennessee home
A b[Gm]ox, a box made of stu[F]rdy white oak
With his ar[Cm]ms folded up and his b[Gm]lue eyes all closed
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