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, 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

[Chorus x 2]

Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy
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Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy Lyrics