Josh Turner - Lord have mercy on a country boy

^DWell I grew up ^Awild and ^Dfree ^GWalkin- these ^Dfields in m^Ay bare ^Dfeet ^DThere wasn-t no place ^AI couldn-t ^Dgo With a ^Gtwenty-two ^Drifle and a ^Afishing ^Dpole

Well I ^Glive in the ^Dcity but ^Adon-t fit i^Dn You ^Bmknow its a ^Gpity the ^Ashape I-m ^Din Well I g^Got no ^Dhome and I ^Agot no ^Dchoice Oh ^BmLord, have ^Gmercy on a ^Acountry ^Dboy

When ^DI was young I re^Amember ^Dwell I-d ^Ghunt the wild ^Dturkey and the ^Abob-white ^Dquail The ^Driver was clear and ^Adeep back ^Dthen And ^Gfishin- lines ^Dtied to the ^Awillow ^Dlimb

Well they ^Ddammed the river, they ^Adammed the ^Dstream They ^Gcut down the ^Dcypress and the ^Asweet gum ^Dtrees There-s a ^Dlaundra- mat and a ^Abarber ^Dshop And ^Gnow the whole ^Dmeadow is a^A parkin- ^Dlot

Oh ^BmLord, have ^Gmercy on a ^Acountry ^Gbo^Dy ^{A D Bm G A D}