Karaoké Lord Have Mercy on a Country Boy Don Williams

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 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

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 bob-white quail

The river was clear and deep back then and 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 dammed the river

They dammed the stream

They cut down the cypress and the sweet gum trees

There's a laundromat and a barber shop 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