Lord Have Mercy On a Country Boy-Don Williams

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[00:00.00]Lord Have Mercy On a Country Boy - Don Williams (唐·威廉姆斯)
[00:08.83]Written by：Bob McDill
[00:17.66]Well I grew up wild and free
[00:21.87]Walkin' these fields in my bare feet
[00:26.12]There wasn't no place I couldn't go
[00:30.12]With a twenty-two rifle and a fishing pole
[00:34.15]Well I live in the city but don't fit in
[00:38.73]You know its a pity the shape I'm in
[00:42.70]Well I got no home and I got no choice
[00:47.15]Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy
[01:08.72]When I was young I remember well
[01:12.91]I'd hunt the wild turkey and the bob white quail
[01:17.10]The river was clear and deep back then
[01:21.13]And fishin' lines tied to the willow limb
[01:25.13]Well I live in the city but don't fit in
[01:29.64]You know its a pity the shape I'm in
[01:33.68]Well I got no home and I got no choice
[01:38.00]Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy
[01:59.25]Well they dammed the river they dammed the stream
[02:03.98]They cut down the cypress and the sweet gum trees
[02:07.86]There's a laundra' mat and a barber shop
[02:12.23]And now the whole meadow is a parkin' lot
[02:16.31]Well I live in the city but don't fit in
[02:20.74]You know its a pity the shape I'm in
[02:24.69]Well I got no home and I got no choice
[02:29.05]Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy