Letra de la canción 'LORD HAVE MERCY ON A COUNTRY BOY' de 'DON WILLIAMS'

Well i grew up wild and free walking these fields in my bare feet
there wadnand't no place i couldnand't go with a twenty-two rifle and a fishing pole
well i live in the city but donand't fit in you know itand's a pity the shape iand'm in
but i got no home and i got no choice oh lord have mercy on a country boy
When i was young i remember well iand'd hunt the wild turkey and the bob-white quail
the river was clear and deep back then and fishinand' lines tied to the willow limb
well i live in the city...
Well they dammed the river they dammed the stream
they cut down the cypress and the sweet gum trees
thereand's a laundra mat and a barber shop and now the whole meadow is a parking lot
well i live in the city...

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