Josh Turner - Lord have mercy on a country boy

^CWell I grew up ^Gwild and ^Cfree ^FWalkin- these ^Cfields in m^Gy bare ^Cfeet ^CThere wasn-t no place ^GI couldn-t ^Cgo With a ^Ftwenty-two ^Crifle and a ^Gfishing ^Cpole

Well I ^Flive in the ^Ccity but ^Gdon-t fit i^Cn You ^Amknow its a ^Fpity the ^Gshape I-m ^Cin Well I g^Fot no ^Chome and I ^Ggot no ^Cchoice Oh ^AmLord, have ^Fmercy on a ^Gcountry ^Cboy

When ^CI was young I re^Gmember ^Cwell I-d ^Fhunt the wild ^Cturkey and the ^Gbob-white ^Cquail The ^Criver was clear and ^Gdeep back ^Cthen And ^Ffishin- lines ^Ctied to the ^Gwillow ^Climb

Well they ^Cdammed the river, they ^Gdammed the ^Cstream They ^Fcut down the ^Ccypress and the ^Gsweet gum ^Ctrees There-s a ^Claundra- mat and a ^Gbarber ^Cshop And ^Fnow the whole ^Cmeadow is a^G parkin- ^Clot

Oh ^AmLord, have ^Fmercy on a ^Gcountry ^Fbo^Cy ^{G C Am F G C}