Well, I Grew Up Wild And Free
Walkin' These Fields In My Barefeet
There Wasn't No Place I Couldn't Go
With A .22 Rifle And A Fishin' Pole

Well, I Live In The City But Don't Fit In
You Know It's A Pity The Shape I'm In
Well, I Got No Home And I Got No Choice
Oh, Lord, Have Mercy On A Country Boy

When I Was Young I Remember Well
I'd Hunt The Wild Turkey And Bobwhite Quail
The River Was Clear And Deep Back Then
Had Fishin' Lines Tied To The Willow Limb

Well, I Live In The City But Don't Fit In
You Know It's A Pity The Shape I'm In
Well, I Got No Home And I Got No Choice
Oh, Lord, Have Mercy On A Country Boy

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Well, They Damned The River, They Damned The Stream
They Cut Down The Cyprus And The Sweetgum Trees
There's A Laundromat And A Barbershop
And Now The Whole Meadow Is A Parking Lot

Well, I Live In The City But Don't Fit In
You Know It's A Pity The Shape I'm In
Well, I Got No Home And I Got No Choice
Oh, Lord, Have Mercy On A Country Boy

Well, I Live In The City But Don't Fit In
You Know It's A Pity The Shape I'm In
Well, I Got No Home And I Got No Choice
Oh, Lord, Have Mercy On A Country Boy
Oh, Lord, Have Mercy On A Country Boy