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Colter Wall
Well I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times they are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away
Dixie Land
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
Well, who will bring back my Johnny Boy's bones
To lay 'neath 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
Well he died for his country
And he died for his kin
And he died killin' men
A most honourable sin
But them mean boys in blue
They done turned him in
When they laid him low
With a laugh and a grin
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
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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La canción "Johnny Boy's Bones" de Colter Wall, con la colaboración de The Dead South, es una balada sombría que se sumerge en la nostalgia y la tragedia de la Guerra Civil Americana. La repetición del estribillo, "Oh, who will bring back my Johnny Boy's bones / To lay 'neath the trees of our Tennessee home," transmite un profundo anhelo por el regreso de un soldado fallecido. La referencia inicial a "Dixie Land" establece un contexto cultural sureño, evocando imágenes de una era pasada, marcada por la nostalgia romántica y, al mismo tiempo, por las cicatrices de la guerra y la esclavitud. La letra pinta un retrato de la muerte en el campo de batalla, honrando al soldado ("He died for his country / And he died for his kin") a pesar de la brutalidad de la guerra. La descripción de los "mean boys in blue" (soldados de la Unión) que se regocijan en la muerte de Johnny Boy revela una amarga percepción de la derrota y la pérdida. El estilo musical de Colter Wall, con su voz profunda y resonante, y la inclusión de The Dead South, acentúa la atmósfera melancólica y el sentimiento de pérdida, utilizando instrumentos tradicionales de la música folk y country para crear una experiencia auditiva que es tanto conmovedora como reflexiva. La canción se convierte en un lamento por un pasado idealizado, mientras enfrenta la dura realidad de la muerte y el trauma de la guerra.
Well I wish I was in the land of cotton Old times they are not forgotten Look away, look away, look away Dixie Land 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 Well, who will bring back my Johnny Boy's bones To lay 'neath 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 Well he died for his country And he died for his kin And he died killin' men A most honourable sin But them mean boys in blue They done turned him in When they laid him low With a laugh and a grin 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 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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