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 .22 rifle and a fishin' pole
Chorus:
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 bobwhite quail
The river was clear and deep back then
Had fishin' lines tied to the willow limb
Repeat Chorus
Well, they dammed the river
They dammed the stream
They cut down the cypress
And the sweet gum trees
There's a laundromat
And a barbershop
And now the whole meadow
Is a parkin' lot
Repeat Chorus
Oh Lord, have mercy
On a country boy
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