johnny boy's bones

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, 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, 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,