Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy
Well I grew up wild and free
- Well I grew up wild and free
- Walkin＇ these fields in my barefeet
- There wasn＇t no place I couldn＇t go
- With a 22 rifle and a fishin＇ pole
- Well I live in the city but don＇t fit in
- You know it＇s a pity the shape I＇m in
- Well I got no home and I got no choice
- Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy
- When I was young I remember well
- I＇d hunt the wild turkey and bobwhite quail
- The river was clear and deep back then
- Had fishin＇ lines tied to the willow limb
- Well I live in the city but don＇t fit in
- You know it＇s a pity the shape I＇m in
- Well I got no home and I got no choice
- Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy
- Well they damned the river they damned the stream
- They cut down the Cyprus and the Sweetgum trees
- There＇s a laundromat and a barbershop
- And now the whole meadow is a parking lot
- Well I live in the city but don＇t fit in
- You know it＇s a pity the shape I＇m in
- Well I got no home and I got no choice
- Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy
- Well I live in the city but don＇t fit in
- You know it＇s a pity the shape I＇m in
- Well I got no home and I got no choice
- Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy
- Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy
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