Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

Well I grew up wild and free

Walkin- these fields in my bare feet

There wasn-t no place I couldn-t go

 With a twenty-two rifle and a fishing pole

Chorus

 Well I live in the city but don-t fit in

 You know its 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

 Fill:

 When I was young I remember well

 I-d hunt the wild turkey and the bob-white quail

 The river was clear and deep back then

 And fishin- lines tied to the willow limb

Chorus

 Well they dammed the river, they dammed the stream

 They cut down the cypress and the sweet gum trees

 There-s a laundra- mat and a barber shop

 And now the whole meadow is a parkin- lot

Chorus 2x

 Oh Lord, have mercy on a country boy