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 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
Well I live in the city...

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 parking lot
Well I live in the city...
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Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy Lyrics

Don Williams – Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy Lyrics

Songwriters: MCDILL, BOB
Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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