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

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