Colter Wall – Johnny Boys Bones (Guitar)

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[Intro] N.C. Well I wish I was in the land of cotton N.C. Old times they are not forgotten N.C. Look away, look away, look away N.C. Dixieland Em D | Em | D | D | Em | | Em | D | D | Em | Em N.C. [Verse 1]
    Em                     D
Oh, musket and cannon have torn his gray coat

         D
Don't he look fine and handsome

         Em
Don't he look at his most

      Em                            D
For he fought in the foxhole and at this I will boast

           B
Don't they look fine and handsome

        Em
My poor Johnny Boy's Bones
[Chorus]
      G                      D
Well, who will bring back my Johnny Boy's Bones

    B                           Em
To lay beneath the trees of his Tennessee home

  G                   D
A box, a box made of sturdy white oak

         B                      Em
With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed
[Interlude] | Em | D | D | Em | Em [Verse 2]
         Em
Well, he died for his country

        D
And he died for his kin

       D
And he died killing men

       Em
A most honorable sin

         Em
But them mean boys in blue

          D
They done turned him in

          B
When they laid him low

        Em
With a laugh and a grin
[Chorus]
    G                      D
Oh, who will bring back my Johnny Boy's Bones

    B                           Em
To lay beneath the trees of our Tennessee home

  G                   D
A box, a box made of sturdy white oak

         B                      Em                   Em
With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed

    G                      D
Oh, who will bring back my Johnny Boy's Bones

    B                           Em
To lay beneath the trees of our Tennessee home

  G                   D
A box, a box made of sturdy white oak

         B                      Em
With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed

    G                      D
Oh, who will bring back my Johnny Boy's Bones

    B                           Em
To lay beneath the trees of our Tennessee home

  G                   D
A box, a box made of sturdy white oak

         B                      Em
With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed