Lord Have Mercy On a Country Boy - Josh Turner
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Lord Have Mercy On a Country Boy 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 .22 rifle and a fishin' poleWell, 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 boyWhen 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 limbWell, 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, alrightWell, they damned the river, they damned the stream
They cut down the cypress and the sweet gum trees
There's a laundromat and a barbershop
And now the whole meadow is a parking lotWell, 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 boyWell, 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 boyOh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy
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