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

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