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

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