Chords for Johnny Boy's Bones

Well, I _ wish I was in the land of cotton.
Old times, they are not forgotten.
Look away, _ [Gm] look away, [N] _ look away, _ _ _ Dixieland.
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_ _ _ All [G] old Musket and Cannon [F] have torn his gray coat.
Don't he look fine and handsome, [Gm] don't he look at his moat?
Forty-five in the foxhole, [F] and at this I will boast.
[D] Don't they look fine and handsome, [Gm] my poor Johnny Boys Bones? _ _
_ _ [Bb] Well, who will bring back [F] my Johnny Boys Bones
[D] To lay me the trees [Gm] of his Tennessee home?
[A] [Bb] A box, a box, [F] made of sturdy white oak,
[D] With his arms folded up [Gm] and his blue eyes all closed.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Well, he died first country and he [F] died first kind,
And he died killing men, a [Gm] most honorable sin.
_ _ But them mean boys in blue, they [F] done turned him in
[D] When they laid him low [Gm] with a laugh and a grin. _ _ _
[Bb] Oh, who will bring back [F] my Johnny Boys Bones
[D] To lay me the trees [Gm] of our Tennessee home?
A [Bb] box, a box, [F] made of sturdy white oak,
[D] With his arms folded up [Gm] and his blue eyes all closed.
_ _ _ [Bb] Oh, who will bring [Gm] back my [F] Johnny Boys Bones
[D] To lay me the [Gm] trees of our Tennessee home?
A box, a box, [F] made of sturdy white oak,
[D] With his arms folded [A] up [Gm] and his blue eyes all closed.
Oh, [Bb] who will bring back [F] my Johnny Boys Bones
[D] To lay me the trees [Gm] of our Tennessee home?
[Bb] A box, a box, made [F] of sturdy white oak,
[D] With his arms folded up and [Gm] his blue eyes all closed. _ _ _ _ _
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