Intro:
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 fishing pole
CHORUS:
Well I live in the city but 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
Fill:
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
Chorus
Well they dammed the river, they dammed the stream
They cut down the cypress and the sweet gum trees
There-s a laundra- mat and a barber shop
And now the whole meadow is a parkin- lot
Chorus 2X
Oh Lord, have mercy on a country boy