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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
Bm G A D
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
Chorus
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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
