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Lyrics
Well I grew up wild and free
Walkin' these fields in my bare feet
There wasn't no place
I couldn't go with a twenty-two 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
Alright
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 parkin' 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
Information
As made famous by Josh Turner
Original songwriter : Bob McDill
Any reproduction is prohibited
This title is a cover of Lord Have Mercy on a Country Boy as made famous by Josh Turner
