Well, I grew up wild and free Walkin' 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 Well, I got no home and I got no choice Dear Lord, have mercy on a country boy When I was young I remember well I'd hunt the wild turkey and the bobwhite 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 Well, 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 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 © transcript Emily Beynon