Intro: 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 twenty-two rifle and a fishing pole CHORUS: Well I live in the city but don-t fit in You know its 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 Fill: 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 Chorus 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 Chorus 2X Oh Lord, have mercy on a country boy