Well,I grew up wild and free
Walkin' these fields in my barefeet
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
ALLRIGHT!
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
Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy
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