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Well I grew up wild free
Walking these hills in my bare feet
There wasn't no place
I couldn't go with a 22 rifle
and a fishing pole
Well I live in the city
But don't fit in
You know it's a pity
to shake my hand
Well I got no home
and I got no choice
Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy
When I was young, I remember well
I hunt the wild turkey and the buckwiled quail
The river was clear and deep back then
Had fishing lines tied to a will-en
Well I live in the city
But don't fit in
You know it's a pity
to shake my hand
Well I got no home
and I got no choice
Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy
(oh right!)
Well they dammed the river
They dammed the stream
They cut down the cypress and the sweet gum tree
There's a laundry mat
and a barber shop
And now the whole meadow is a parking lot
Well I live in the city
But don't fit in
You know it's a pity
to shake my hand
Well I got no home
and I got no choice
Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy
Well I live in the city
But don't fit in
You know it's a pity
to shake my hand
Well I got no home
and I got no choice
Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy
Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy
 Dendriana · Thu Jan 08, 2009 @ 07:05am · 0 Comments |
