Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy Lyrics - Your Man - Josh Turner

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 

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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 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 

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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