Josh Turner – Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy (Ukulele)

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Well I grew up wild and free 

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Walkin- these fields in my bare feet 

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There wasn-t no place I couldn-t go 

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With a twenty-two rifle and a fishing pole 

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Well I live in the city but don-t fit in 

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You know its a pity the shape I-m in 

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Well I got no home and I got no choice 

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Oh Lord, have mercy on a country boy 

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When I was young I remember well 

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I-d hunt the wild turkey and the bob-white quail 

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The river was clear and deep back then 

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And fishin- lines tied to the willow limb 

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Well they dammed the river, they dammed the stream 

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They cut down the cypress and the sweet gum trees 

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There-s a laundra- mat and a barber shop 

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And now the whole meadow is a parkin- lot 

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Oh Lord, have mercy on a country boy