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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 Letras de cancionesWell 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 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 From Letras Mania