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

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