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Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy
Don Williams
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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' pole
Well, I live in the city but don't fit in
You know, it's a pity the shape I'm in
But 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 the bobwhite quail
The river was clear and deep back then
Had fishin' lines tied to the willow limb
But I live in the city but don't fit in
You know, it's a pity the shape I'm in
But 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 parkin' lot
Well, I live in the city but don't fit in
You know, it's a pity the shape I'm in
But I got no home and I got no choice
Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy