Текст песни JOSH TURNER - Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy
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Текст песни JOSH TURNER - Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy
Well, I grew up wild and freeWalkin' these fields in my barefeetThere wasn't no place I couldn't goWith a .22 rifle and a fishin' poleWell, I live in the city but don't fit inYou know it's a pity the shape I'm in( )Well, I got no home and I got no choiceOh, Lord, have mercy on a country boyWhen I was young I remember wellI'd hunt the wild turkey and bobwhite quail The river was clear and deep back thenHad fishin' lines tied to the willow limbWell, I live in the city but don't fit inYou know it's a pity the shape I'm inWell, I got no home and I got no choiceOh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy---- Instrumental Interlude ----Well, they damned the river, they damned the streamThey cut down the Cyprus and the Sweetgum treesThere's a laundromat and a barbershopAnd now the whole meadow is a parking lotWell, I live in the city but don't fit inYou know it's a pity the shape I'm inWell, I got no home and I got no choiceOh, Lord, have mercy on a country boyWell, I live in the city but don't fit inYou know it's a pity the shape I'm inWell, I got no home and I got no choiceOh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy