Il testo della Lord have mercy on a country boy

Josh Turner

pochette album Lord have mercy on a country boy

Data di rilascio : 23/01/2006

Durata : 0:03:06

Stile : Country

Well, i grew up wild and free
Walkin' these fields in my bare feet
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, alright

Well, they damned the river, they damned the stream
They cut down the cypress and the sweet gum 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

Oh, lord, have mercy on a country boy