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, 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
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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
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, 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
Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy
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