Johnny Boys Bones Colter Wall

Johnny Boys Bones

Colter Wall

Susan Aguilar

172
0:00 2:54
Accordage Un ton plus bas (D G C F A D)
Signature rythmique 2/2
Tonalité: Gm
Capo:
Sans capo
Rythmique 1

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Paroles

[Intro]
Well I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times they are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away
Dixieland
Gm F/A Gm F
Gm F Gm

[Verse 1]
Oh,
Gm                       F
  musket and cannon have torn his gray coat
Don't he look fine and handsome
         Gm
Don't he look at his most
                                     F
For he fought in the foxholes and at this I will boast
      D
Don't they look fine and handsome
        Gm
My poor Johnny Boy's Bones

[Chorus]
Well,
Bb                     F
who will bring back my Johnny Boy's Bones
   D                            Gm
To lay beneath the trees of his Tennessee home
  Bb                 F
A box, a box made of sturdy white oak
         D                      Gm
With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed

[Break]
Gm F Gm        Gm
       Well he died for his country

[Verse 2]
           F
And he died for his kin
And he died killing men
       Gm
A most honorable sin
But them mean boys in blue
          F
They done turned him in
          D
When they laid him low
            Gm
With a laugh  and a grin

[Chorus]
Oh,
Bb                     F
who will bring back my Johnny Boy's Bones
   D                           Gm
To lay 'neath the trees of our Tennessee home
  Bb                 F
A box, a box made of sturdy white oak
         D                      Gm
With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed
Oh,
Bb                     F
who will bring back my Johnny Boy's Bones
   D                           Gm
To lay 'neath the trees of our Tennessee home
  Bb                 F
A box, a box made of sturdy white oak
         D                      Gm
With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed

[Outro]
Oh,
Bb                     F
who will bring back my Johnny Boy's Bones
   D                           Gm
To lay 'neath the trees of our Tennessee home
  Bb                 F
A box, a box made of sturdy white oak
         D                      Gm
With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed

Mesures

[Intro]
| Gm | F/A | Gm | - |
| F  | -   | -  | - |
| Gm | -   | -  | - |
| F  | -   | -  | - |
| Gm | -   | -  | - |

Well I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times they are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away
Dixieland

[Verse 1]
| Gm | - | F  | - |
| -  | - | Gm | - |
| -  | - | F  | - |
| D  | - | Gm | - |
| -  | - |

Oh,
musket and cannon have torn his gray coat
Don't he look fine and handsome
Don't he look at his most
For he fought in the foxholes and at this I will boast
Don't they look fine and handsome
My poor Johnny Boy's Bones

[Chorus]
         | Bb | - |
| F  | - | D  | - |
| Gm | - | Bb | - |
| F  | - | D  | - |
| Gm | - |

Well,
who will bring back my Johnny Boy's Bones
To lay beneath the trees of his Tennessee home
A box, a box made of sturdy white oak
With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed

[Break]
         | Gm | - |
| F  | - | -  | - |
| Gm | - | -  | - |
| Gm | - |

Well he died for his country

[Verse 2]
         | F  | - |
| -  | - | Gm | - |
| -  | - | -  | - |
| F  | - | D  | - |
| Gm | - | -  | - |

And he died for his kin
And he died killing men
A most honorable sin
But them mean boys in blue
They done turned him in
When they laid him low
With a laugh  and a grin

[Chorus]
| Bb | - | F  | - |
| D  | - | Gm | - |
| Bb | - | F  | - |
| D  | - | Gm | - |
| -  | - | Bb | - |
| F  | - | D  | - |
| Gm | - | Bb | - |
| F  | - | D  | - |
| Gm | - |

Oh,
who will bring back my Johnny Boy's Bones
To lay 'neath the trees of our Tennessee home
A box, a box made of sturdy white oak
With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed
Oh,
who will bring back my Johnny Boy's Bones
To lay 'neath the trees of our Tennessee home
A box, a box made of sturdy white oak
With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed

[Outro]
         | Bb | - |
| F  | - | D  | - |
| Gm | - | Bb | - |
| F  | - | D  | - |
| Gm |

Oh,
who will bring back my Johnny Boy's Bones
To lay 'neath the trees of our Tennessee home
A box, a box made of sturdy white oak
With his arms folded up and his blue eyes all closed

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