Well I grew up wild and free
Walkinâ these fields in my bare feet
There wasnât no place I couldnât go
With a twenty-two rifle and a fishing pole
CHORUS:
Well I live in the city but donât fit in
You know it's a pity the shape Iâm in
Well I got no home and I got no choice
Oh Lord, have mercy on a country boy [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/d/don_williams/lord_have_mercy_on_a_country_boy.html ]
When I was young I remember well
Iâd hunt the wild turkey and the bob-white quail
The river was clear and deep back then
And fishinâ lines tied to the willow limb
Well they dammed the river, they dammed the stream
They cut down the cypress and the sweet gum trees
Thereâs a laundraâ mat and a barber shop
And now the whole meadow is a parkinâ lot