Well I grew up wild and free
Walking these fields in my bare feet
There wasn't no place I couldn't go
With a 22 rifle and a fishing pole

Well I live in the city but don't fit in
You know it's a pity the shape I'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
I'd hunt the wild turkey and the bob white quail
The river was clear and deep back then
Had fishing 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
But I got no home and I got no choice
Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy

Well they dammed the river they dammed the stream
They cut down the cypress and sweet-gum trees
There's a Laundromat and a barber shop
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
But I got no home and I got no choice
Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy