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
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 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
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 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