[C]Well I grew up [G7]wild and [C]free
[G7]Walking these [C]fields in [G7]my bare [C]feet
There wasn't no place [G7]I couldn't [C]go
With a [G7]22 [C]rifle and a [G7]fishing [C]pole
Well I [F]live in the [C]city but [G7]don't fit [C]in
You [Am]know it's a pity the [G7]shape I'm [C]in
But I [F]got no [C]home and I [G7]got no [C]choice
Oh [Am]Lord have mercy on a [G7]country [C]boy
When I was young [G7]I remember [C]well
[G7]I'd hunt the wild [C]turkey and the [G7]bob white [C]quail
The river was clear and [G7]deep back [C]then
Had [G7]fishing [C]lines tied to the [G7]willow [C]limb
Well I [F]live in the [C]city but [G7]don't fit [C]in
You [Am]know it's a pity the [G7]shape I'm [C]in
But I [F]got no [C]home and I [G7]got no [C]choice
Oh [Am]Lord have mercy on a [G7]country [C]boy
Well they dammed the river they[G7] dammed the[C] stream
[G7]They cut down the [C]cypress and [G7]sweet-gum [C]trees
There's a Laundromat and a [G7]barber [C]shop
And [G7]now the whole [C]meadow is a [G7]parking [C]lot
Well I [F]live in the [C]city but [G7]don't fit [C]in
You [Am]know it's a pity the [G7]shape I'm [C]in
But I [F]got no [C]home and I [G7]got no [C]choice
Oh [Am]Lord have mercy on a [G7]country [C]boy
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