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