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