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

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