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With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed, with a laugh and a grin
They done turned him in, don t he look at his most
and he died for his kin
a box made of sturdy white oak
Don t he look fine and handsome, to lay beneath the trees of his tennessee home, old times they are not forgotten
well i wish i was in the land of cotton
but them mean boys in blue
My poor johnny boy s bones, don t they look fine and handsome
And he died for his kin, and he died killing men
and he died killing men
Don t he look fine and handsome, and he died for his kin South, old times they are not forgotten
with a laugh and a grin
Don t they look fine and handsome, my poor johnny boy s bones Bones, but them mean boys in blue
45 in the foxhole and at this i will boast, and he died killing men
Old times they are not forgotten, well he died for his country, but them mean boys in blue
don t they look fine and handsome
With a laugh and a grin, old times they are not forgotten
To lay beneath the trees of his tennessee home, they done turned him in The, old times they are not forgotten
and he died for his kin
Don t he look fine and handsome, well he died for his country
old times they are not forgotten
With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed, but them mean boys in blue, old times they are not forgotten
Old times they are not forgotten, with his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed
A most honorable sin, my poor johnny boy s bones
old times they are not forgotten
45 in the foxhole and at this i will boast, my poor johnny boy s bones, a box made of sturdy white oak
Oh musket and cannon torn his gray coat, old times they are not forgotten South, with his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed
well i wish i was in the land of cotton
When they laid him low, well i wish i was in the land of cotton, don t they look fine and handsome
My poor johnny boy s bones, well who will bring back my johnny boy s bones, well he died for his country
A most honorable sin, well who will bring back my johnny boy s bones, well i wish i was in the land of cotton
But them mean boys in blue, don t he look fine and handsome, a box made of sturdy white oak
Well who will bring back my johnny boy s bones, don t they look fine and handsome
When they laid him low, well i wish i was in the land of cotton
old times they are not forgotten
And he died killing men, but them mean boys in blue, and he died killing men