Intro: DGDADBmGADDAD
Well I grew up wild and free
GDAD
Walkin- these fields in my bare feet
DAD
There wasn-t no place I couldn-t go
GDAD
With a twenty-two rifle and a fishing pole
Chorus:
GDAD
Well I live in the city but don-t fit in
BmGAD
You know its a pity the shape I-m in
GDAD
Well I got no home and I got no choice
BmGAD
Oh Lord, have mercy on a country boy
Fill: GDADBmGADDAD
When I was young I remember well
GDAD
I-d hunt the wild turkey and the bob-white quail
DAD
The river was clear and deep back then
GDAD
And fishin- lines tied to the willow limb
Chorus:
DAD
Well they dammed the river, they dammed the stream
GDAD
They cut down the cypress and the sweet gum trees
DAD
There-s a laundra- mat and a barber shop
GDAD
And now the whole meadow is a parkin- lot
Chorus 2X
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Oh Lord, have mercy on a country boy
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