[00:00.00] 作词 : Bob Mcdill
[00:00.83] 作曲 : Bob Mcdill
[00:01.66]Artist：josh turner
[00:03.28]Songs Title：lord have mercy on a country boy
[00:06.19]
[00:20.48]Well, I grew up wild and free
[00:24.56]Walkin＇ these fields in my barefeet
[00:28.73]There wasn＇t no place I couldn＇t go
[00:32.83]With a .22 rifle and a fishin＇ pole
[00:36.61]Well, I live in the city but don＇t fit in
[00:41.21]You know it＇s a pity the shape I＇m in
[00:45.13]Well, I got no home and I got no choice
[00:49.34]Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy
[00:55.06]
[01:02.20]When I was young I remember well
[01:06.29]I＇d hunt the wild turkey and bobwhite quail
[01:10.52]The river was clear and deep back then
[01:14.80]Had fishin＇ lines tied to the willow limb
[01:18.40]Well, I live in the city but don＇t fit in
[01:23.06]You know it＇s a pity the shape I＇m in
[01:26.84]Well, I got no home and I got no choice
[01:30.98]Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy
[01:38.38]
[01:55.08]Well, they damned the river, they damned the stream
[01:59.62]They cut down the Cyprus and the Sweetgum trees
[02:04.02]There＇s a laundromat and a barbershop
[02:08.07]And now the whole meadow is a parking lot
[02:11.72]Well, I live in the city but don＇t fit in
[02:16.19]You know it＇s a pity the shape I＇m in
[02:20.10]Well, I got no home and I got no choice
[02:24.40]Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy
[02:28.74]Well, I live in the city but don＇t fit in
[02:32.96]You know it＇s a pity the shape I＇m in
[02:36.75]Well, I got no home and I got no choice
[02:40.29]
[02:41.04]Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy
[02:45.59]Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy
[02:52.60]

作词 : Bob Mcdill
作曲 : Bob Mcdill
Artist：josh turner
Songs Title：lord have mercy on a country boy
Well, I grew up wild and free
Walkin＇ these fields in my barefeet
There wasn＇t no place I couldn＇t go
With a .22 rifle and a fishin＇ pole
Well, I live in the city but don＇t fit in
You know it＇s 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
When I was young I remember well
I＇d hunt the wild turkey and bobwhite quail
The river was clear and deep back then
Had fishin＇ lines tied to the willow limb
Well, I live in the city but don＇t fit in
You know it＇s 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
Well, they damned the river, they damned the stream
They cut down the Cyprus and the Sweetgum trees
There＇s a laundromat and a barbershop
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 the shape I＇m in
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 the shape I＇m in
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