Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy
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โฑ๏ธ 3:00 duration
๐ ID: 14711034
๐ Lyrics
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
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 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 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 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
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...
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
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 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 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 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
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...
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:04.59] Well I grew up, wild and free
[00:21.35] Walkin' these fields in my bare feet
[00:25.59] There wasn't no place, I couldn't go
[00:29.53] With a twenty-two rifle and a fishing pole
[00:33.86] Well I live in the city, but don't fit in
[00:37.77] You know it's a pity, the shape I'm in
[00:42.22] Well I got no home and I got no choice
[00:46.35] Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy
[00:56.15] When I was young, I remember well
[01:12.03] I'd hunt the wild turkey and the bob-white quail
[01:17.09] The river was clear, and deep back then
[01:21.35] And fishin' lines tied to the willow limb
[01:24.99] Well I live in the city but don't fit in
[01:29.43] You know it's a pity the shape I'm in
[01:33.95] Well I got no home and I got no choice
[01:38.08] Oh Lord, have mercy on a country boy
[01:59.56] Well they dammed the river, they dammed the stream
[02:03.43] They cut down the cypress and the sweet gum trees
[02:07.33] There's a laundra' mat, and a barber shop
[02:11.48] And now the whole meadow is a parkin' lot
[02:16.16] Well I live in the city but don't fit in
[02:20.96] You know it's a pity the shape I'm in
[02:24.37] Well I got no home and I got no choice
[02:29.32] Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy...
[00:21.35] Walkin' these fields in my bare feet
[00:25.59] There wasn't no place, I couldn't go
[00:29.53] With a twenty-two rifle and a fishing pole
[00:33.86] Well I live in the city, but don't fit in
[00:37.77] You know it's a pity, the shape I'm in
[00:42.22] Well I got no home and I got no choice
[00:46.35] Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy
[00:56.15] When I was young, I remember well
[01:12.03] I'd hunt the wild turkey and the bob-white quail
[01:17.09] The river was clear, and deep back then
[01:21.35] And fishin' lines tied to the willow limb
[01:24.99] Well I live in the city but don't fit in
[01:29.43] You know it's a pity the shape I'm in
[01:33.95] Well I got no home and I got no choice
[01:38.08] Oh Lord, have mercy on a country boy
[01:59.56] Well they dammed the river, they dammed the stream
[02:03.43] They cut down the cypress and the sweet gum trees
[02:07.33] There's a laundra' mat, and a barber shop
[02:11.48] And now the whole meadow is a parkin' lot
[02:16.16] Well I live in the city but don't fit in
[02:20.96] You know it's a pity the shape I'm in
[02:24.37] Well I got no home and I got no choice
[02:29.32] Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy...