Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy, artist - Josh Turner. Date of issue: 23.01.2006
Song language: English
Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy |
| Well, I grew up wild and free |
| Walking 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |