Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy (Josh Turner)

		
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Well I grew up wild and free  
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Walkin- these fields in my bare feet  
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There wasn-t no place I couldn-t Go  
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With a twenty-two rifle and a fishing pole  
 
 
 
CHORUS:  
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Well I live in the city but don-t fit in  
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You know its a pity the shape I-m in  
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Well I got no home and I got no choice  
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Oh Lord, have mercy on a country boy  
 
 
Fill: G D A D Bm G A D  
 
 
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When I was young I remember well  
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I-d hunt the wild turkey and the bob-white quail  
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The river was clear and deep back then  
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And fishin- lines tied to the willow limb  
 
 
Chorus  
 
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Well they dammed the river, they dammed the stream  
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They cut down the cypress and the sweet gum trees  
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There-s a laundra- mat and a barber shop  
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And now the whole meadow is a parkin- lot  
 
 
Chorus 2X  
 
 
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Oh Lord, have mercy on a country boy
  	

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