Well, I grew up wild and free
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Walkin' these fields in my barefeet
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There wasn't no place I couldn't go
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With a .22 rifle and a fishin' pole
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Well, I live in the city but don't fit in
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You know it's a pity the shape I'm in
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Well, I got no home and I got no choice
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Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy
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When I was young I remember well
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I'd hunt the wild turkey and bobwhite quail
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The river was clear and deep back then
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Had fishin' lines tied to the willow limb
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Well, I live in the city but don't fit in
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You know it's a pity the shape I'm in
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Well, I got no home and I got no choice
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Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy
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Well, they damned the river, they damned the stream
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They cut down the Cyprus and the Sweetgum trees
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There's a laundromat and a barbershop
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And now the whole meadow is a parking lot
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Well, I live in the city but don't fit in
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You know it's a pity the shape I'm in
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Well, I got no home and I got no choice
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Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy
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Well, I live in the city but don't fit in
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You know it's a pity the shape I'm in
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Well, I got no home and I got no choice
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Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy
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Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy
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Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy
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Josh Turner |