Don Williams
Don Williams - Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy songtekst
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Well, I grew up wild and free Walking these fields in my bare feet There wasn't no place I couldn't go With a twenty-two rifle and a fishing pole Well, I live in the city but I don't fit in You know its 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 the bob-white quail The river was clear and deep back then And fishing lines tied to the willow limb Well, I live in the city but I don't fit in You know its 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 dammed the river, they dammed the stream They cut down the cypress and the sweet gum trees There's a laundry man and a barber shop And now the whole damn place is a parking lot Well, I live in the city but I don't fit in You know its 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