Chords for Colter Wall - Johnny Boy's Bones (feat. The Dead South)

Well, I _ wish I was in the land of cotton.
Old times they are not forgotten.
Look away, [D] _ look away, _ look [G] away, _ _ _ Dixieland.
[G] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Gm] _
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_ _ _ All [G] old Musket and Cannon [F] have torn his gray coat.
Don't he look fine and handsome, don't he [Gm] look at his moat?
Forty-five in the foxholes, and of this I will boast.
[D] Don't they look fine and handsome, my poor Johnny Boys bones?
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_ [Bb] Well, who will bring back my [F] Johnny Boys bones?
[D] Too late, made the trees of [Gm] his Tennessee home.
[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 [F] and he died first kin.
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 life and a grin.
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Oh, who will bring back [F] my Johnny Boys bones?
[D] Too late, made the trees of [Gm] our Tennessee home.
[Bb] A box, a box, [F] made of sturdy white oak.
[D] With his arms folded up and [Gm] his blue eyes all closed.
_ _ _ [Bb] Oh, who will bring back [F]
my Johnny Boys bones?
[D] Too late, made the trees [Gm] of our Tennessee home.
A box, a box, [F] made of sturdy white oak.
[D] With his arms folded up [Gm] and his blue eyes all closed.
Oh, [Bb] who will bring back [F] my Johnny Boys bones?
[D] Too late, made the trees of [Gm] our Tennessee home.
[Bb] A box, a box, made of [F] sturdy white oak.
[D] With his arms folded up and [Gm] his blue eyes all closed. _ _ _ _ _ _
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