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

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