Lord Have Mercy On a Country Boy-Don Williams

[ti:Lord Have Mercy On a Country Boy] [ar:Don Williams] [al:True Love] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Lord Have Mercy On a Country Boy - Don Williams (唐·威廉姆斯) [00:08.83]Written by：Bob McDill [00:17.66]Well I grew up wild and free [00:21.87]Walkin' these fields in my bare feet [00:26.12]There wasn't no place I couldn't go [00:30.12]With a twenty-two rifle and a fishing pole [00:34.15]Well I live in the city but don't fit in [00:38.73]You know its a pity the shape I'm in [00:42.70]Well I got no home and I got no choice [00:47.15]Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy [01:08.72]When I was young I remember well [01:12.91]I'd hunt the wild turkey and the bob white quail [01:17.10]The river was clear and deep back then [01:21.13]And fishin' lines tied to the willow limb [01:25.13]Well I live in the city but don't fit in [01:29.64]You know its a pity the shape I'm in [01:33.68]Well I got no home and I got no choice [01:38.00]Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy [01:59.25]Well they dammed the river they dammed the stream [02:03.98]They cut down the cypress and the sweet gum trees [02:07.86]There's a laundra' mat and a barber shop [02:12.23]And now the whole meadow is a parkin' lot [02:16.31]Well I live in the city but don't fit in [02:20.74]You know its a pity the shape I'm in [02:24.69]Well I got no home and I got no choice [02:29.05]Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy