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

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