文本歌词

Artist：josh turner
Songs Title：lord have mercy on a country boy
Well, I grew up wild and free
Walkin＇ these fields in my barefeet
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
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
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