🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Lord Have Mercy on a Country Boy - Josh Turner

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