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

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