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

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