Lyrics:

Well, I wish I was in the land of cotton**lf**Old times they are not forgotten**lf**Look away, look away, look away Dixieland**lf**Although musket and cannon have torn his gray coat**lf**Don''t he look fine and handsome?**lf**Don''t he look at his most**lf**For he fought in the foxhole and at this I will boast**lf**Don''t they look fine and handsome**lf**My poor Johnny boy''s bones?**lf**Well, who will bring back my Johnny boy''s bones?**lf**To lay beneath the trees of his Tennessee home**lf**A box, a box made of sturdy white oak**lf**With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed**lf**Well, he died for his country**lf**And he died for his kin**lf**And he died killing men**lf**A most honorable sin**lf**But them mean boys in blue**lf**They done turned him in**lf**When they laid him low**lf**With a laugh and a grin**lf**Oh, who will bring back my Johnny boy''s bones?**lf**To lay beneath the trees of our Tennessee home**lf**A box, a box made from sturdy white oak**lf**With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed**lf**Oh, who will bring back my Johnny boy''s bones?**lf**To lay beneath the trees of our Tennessee home**lf**A box, a box made from sturdy white oak**lf**With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed**lf**Oh, who will bring back my Johnny boy''s bones?**lf**To lay beneath the trees of our Tennessee home**lf**A box, a box made from sturdy white oak**lf**With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed**lf****lf****lf****lf****lf**TRAD**lf****lf****lf**Ei bine, mi-as dori sa fiu in tara bumbacului**lf**Vremurile vechi nu sunt uitate**lf**Priviti in alta parte, priviti in alta parte, priviti in alta parte Dixieland**lf**Desi muscheta si tunul i-au rupt haina gri**lf**Nu arata bine si frumos?**lf**Nu te uita la el cel mai mult**lf**Caci s-a luptat in targul vulpii si cu asta ma voi lauda**lf**Sa nu arate bine si frumos**lf**Oasele bietului meu Johnny?**lf**Ei bine, cine va aduce inapoi oasele baiatului meu Johnny?**lf**Sa se intinda sub copacii casei lui din Tennessee**lf**O cutie, o cutie din stejar alb robust**lf**Cu bratele incrucisate si cu ochii albastri toti inchisi**lf**Ei bine, a murit pentru tara lui**lf**Si a murit pentru rudele lui**lf**Si a murit ucigand oameni**lf**Un pacat foarte onorabil**lf**Dar ei inseamna baieti in albastru**lf**L-au predat**lf**Cand l-au lasat jos**lf**Cu un ras si un ranjet**lf**Oh, cine va aduce inapoi oasele baiatului meu Johnny?**lf**Sa stau sub copacii casei noastre din Tennessee**lf**O cutie, o cutie din stejar alb robust**lf**Cu bratele incrucisate si cu ochii albastri toti inchisi**lf**Oh, cine va aduce inapoi oasele baiatului meu Johnny?**lf**Sa stau sub copacii casei noastre din Tennessee**lf**O cutie, o cutie din stejar alb robust**lf**Cu bratele incrucisate si cu ochii albastri toti inchisi**lf**Oh, cine va aduce inapoi oasele baiatului meu Johnny?**lf**Sa stau sub copacii casei noastre din Tennessee**lf**O cutie, o cutie din stejar alb robust**lf**Cu bratele incrucisate si cu ochii albastri toti inchisi