[00:00.00] 作词 : Colter Wall[00:00.00] 作曲 : Colter Wall[00:00.00]Well I wish I was in the land of cotton[00:06.42]Old times they are not forgotten[00:09.39]Look away, look away, look away[00:15.78]Dixieland[00:40.53]Oh musket and cannon have torn his gray coat[00:45.01]Don't he look fine and handsome[00:47.58]Don't he look at his most[00:49.56]For he fought in the foxhole and at this I will boast[00:54.10]Don't they look fine and handsome[00:56.07]My poor Johnny Boy's Bones[01:00.47]Well who will bring back my Johnny Boy's Bones[01:05.01]To lay 'neath the trees of his Tennessee home[01:09.26]A box, a box made of sturdy white oak[01:13.54]With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed[01:28.92]Well he died for his country[01:30.64]And he died for his kin[01:32.71]And he died killing men[01:34.94]A most honorable sin[01:39.37]But them mean boys in blue[01:41.65]They done turned him in[01:43.87]When they laid him low[01:45.83]With a laugh and a grin[01:50.12]Oh who will bring back my Johnny Boy's Bones[01:54.50]To lay 'neath the trees of our Tennessee home[01:58.59]A box, a box made of sturdy white oak[02:02.94]With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed[02:09.29]Oh who will bring back my Johnny Boy's Bones[02:13.43]To lay 'neath the trees of our Tennessee home[02:17.41]A box, a box made of sturdy white oak[02:21.60]With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed[02:26.65]Oh who will bring back my Johnny Boy's Bones[02:30.79]To lay 'neath the trees of our Tennessee home[02:34.77]A box, a box made of sturdy white oak[02:38.89]With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed