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

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