Don Williams - Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy lyrics
[Don Williams - Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy lyrics]
Walkin' these fields in my bare feet
There wasn't no place I couldn't go
With a twenty-two rifle and a fishing 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 the bob-white quail
The river was clear and deep back then
And 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
Well, they dammed the river
They dammed the stream
They cut down the cypress and
The sweet gum trees
There's a laundra' mat and a barber shop
And now the whole meadow is a parkin' 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