Don Williams - Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy Lyrics
Well I grew up wild and freeWalkin' these fields in my bare feetThere wasn't no place I couldn't goWith a twenty-two rifle and a fishing poleCHORUS:Well I live in the city but don't fit inYou know its a pity the shape I'm inWell I got no home and I got no choiceOh Lord, have mercy on a country boyWhen I was young I remember wellI'd hunt the wild turkey and the bob-white quailThe river was clear and deep back thenAnd fishin' lines tied to the willow limbWell they dammed the river, they dammed the streamThey cut down the cypress and the sweet gum treesThere's a laundra' mat and a barber shopAnd now the whole meadow is a parkin' lot