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Johnson Island Prison
[Intro]
Dm F Dm
[Verse 1]
Dm Bb
From the mountains outside Gettysburg, they marched us north and west
Dm Bb
Yankee guns at our backs, without much food or rest
Dm Bb Am
I'm a prisoner of the Union, after 2 years in the war
Gm Am Dm
At Johnson Island Prison Camp, just off Erie shore
[Chorus]
Bb C Dm Gm Am Dm
Johnson Island, cold and damp, dark Erie waters surround this Yankee camp
Bb C Dm
The bitter wind and blinding snow chill me to the bone
Gm Am Dm
But in my soul a fire is burning for my Dixie home
[Verse 2]
Dm Bb
In dreams of good old Georgia, I smell the new-cut hay
Dm Bb
Blazin' sun, bakes the green, burns your back all day
Dm Bb Am
I never saw a snowflake, in that dear old Southern sky
Gm Am Dm
But now the gray Ohio coats, is covered softly white
[Chorus]
Bb C Dm Gm Am Dm
Johnson Island, cold and damp, dark Erie waters surround this Yankee camp
Bb C Dm
The bitter wind and blinding snow chill me to the bone
Gm Am Dm
But in my soul a fire is burning for my Dixie home
[Bridge]
F Dm
I've been reading from the Good Book, I saw in black and white
F Dm
St. Peter walked on water with Jesus that one night
F Am
St. Peter started sinking till he trusted in the Lord
Gm Am Dm
My faith is in this frozen lake and I'm headed for the shore
[Chorus]
Bb C Dm Gm Am Dm
Johnson Island, watch me run, back home to Dixie, and the Southern sun
Bb C Dm
My home is in the Southland, but if I ever go
Gm Am Dm
You'll never see this Georgia boy, any place it snows
[Outro]
Dm F Dm
[Intro]
Dm F Dm
[Verse 1]
Dm Bb
From the mountains outside Gettysburg, they marched us north and west
Dm Bb
Yankee guns at our backs, without much food or rest
Dm Bb Am
I'm a prisoner of the Union, after 2 years in the war
Gm Am Dm
At Johnson Island Prison Camp, just off Erie shore
[Chorus]
Bb C Dm Gm Am Dm
Johnson Island, cold and damp, dark Erie waters surround this Yankee camp
Bb C Dm
The bitter wind and blinding snow chill me to the bone
Gm Am Dm
But in my soul a fire is burning for my Dixie home
[Verse 2]
Dm Bb
In dreams of good old Georgia, I smell the new-cut hay
Dm Bb
Blazin' sun, bakes the green, burns your back all day
Dm Bb Am
I never saw a snowflake, in that dear old Southern sky
Gm Am Dm
But now the gray Ohio coats, is covered softly white
[Chorus]
Bb C Dm Gm Am Dm
Johnson Island, cold and damp, dark Erie waters surround this Yankee camp
Bb C Dm
The bitter wind and blinding snow chill me to the bone
Gm Am Dm
But in my soul a fire is burning for my Dixie home
[Bridge]
F Dm
I've been reading from the Good Book, I saw in black and white
F Dm
St. Peter walked on water with Jesus that one night
F Am
St. Peter started sinking till he trusted in the Lord
Gm Am Dm
My faith is in this frozen lake and I'm headed for the shore
[Chorus]
Bb C Dm Gm Am Dm
Johnson Island, watch me run, back home to Dixie, and the Southern sun
Bb C Dm
My home is in the Southland, but if I ever go
Gm Am Dm
You'll never see this Georgia boy, any place it snows
[Outro]
Dm F Dm
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