Lyrics:

Well, I wish I was in the land of cottonOld times they are not forgottenLook away, look away, look away DixielandAlthough musket and cannon have torn his gray coatDon''t he look fine and handsome?Don''t he look at his mostFor he fought in the foxhole and at this I will boastDon''t they look fine and handsomeMy poor Johnny boy''s bones?Well, who will bring back my Johnny boy''s bones?To lay beneath the trees of his Tennessee homeA box, a box made of sturdy white oakWith his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closedWell, he died for his countryAnd he died for his kinAnd he died killing menA most honorable sinBut them mean boys in blueThey done turned him inWhen they laid him lowWith a laugh and a grinOh, who will bring back my Johnny boy''s bones?To lay beneath the trees of our Tennessee homeA box, a box made from sturdy white oakWith his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closedOh, who will bring back my Johnny boy''s bones?To lay beneath the trees of our Tennessee homeA box, a box made from sturdy white oakWith his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closedOh, who will bring back my Johnny boy''s bones?To lay beneath the trees of our Tennessee homeA box, a box made from sturdy white oakWith his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closedTRADEi bine, mi-as dori sa fiu in tara bumbaculuiVremurile vechi nu sunt uitatePriviti in alta parte, priviti in alta parte, priviti in alta parte DixielandDesi muscheta si tunul i-au rupt haina griNu arata bine si frumos?Nu te uita la el cel mai multCaci s-a luptat in targul vulpii si cu asta ma voi laudaSa nu arate bine si frumosOasele bietului meu Johnny?Ei bine, cine va aduce inapoi oasele baiatului meu Johnny?Sa se intinda sub copacii casei lui din TennesseeO cutie, o cutie din stejar alb robustCu bratele incrucisate si cu ochii albastri toti inchisiEi bine, a murit pentru tara luiSi a murit pentru rudele luiSi a murit ucigand oameniUn pacat foarte onorabilDar ei inseamna baieti in albastruL-au predatCand l-au lasat josCu un ras si un ranjetOh, cine va aduce inapoi oasele baiatului meu Johnny?Sa stau sub copacii casei noastre din TennesseeO cutie, o cutie din stejar alb robustCu bratele incrucisate si cu ochii albastri toti inchisiOh, cine va aduce inapoi oasele baiatului meu Johnny?Sa stau sub copacii casei noastre din TennesseeO cutie, o cutie din stejar alb robustCu bratele incrucisate si cu ochii albastri toti inchisiOh, cine va aduce inapoi oasele baiatului meu Johnny?Sa stau sub copacii casei noastre din TennesseeO cutie, o cutie din stejar alb robustCu bratele incrucisate si cu ochii albastri toti inchisi