Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy Chords by Don Williams

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