Capo 1st Fret
Lord Have Mercy on a Country Boy - Don Williams
[E] Well I grew up [B7] wild and [E] free
[B7] Walking these [E] fields in [B7] my bare-[E] feet
There wasn't no place [B7] I couldn't [E] go
With a [B7] 22 [E] rifle and a [B7] fishing [E] pole
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[E7] Well I [A] live in the [E] city
But [B7] don't fit [E] in
You [C#m] know it's a pity the shape [B7] I'm [E] in
[E7] But I [A] got no [E] home and I [B7] got no [E] choice
Oh [C#m] Lord have mercy on a [B7] country [E] boy
When I was young [B7] I remember [E] well
[B7] I'd hunt the wild [E] turkey and the [B7] bob white [E] whale
The river was clear and [B7] deep back [E] then
Had [B7] fishing [E] lines tied to the [B7] willow [E] limb
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Well they dammed the river, they [B7] dammed the [E] stream
[B7] They cut down the [E] cypress and [B7] sweet-gum [E] trees
There's a Laundromat and a [B7] barber [E] shop
And [B7] now the whole [E] meadow is a [B7] parking [E] lot
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Joe Harvie
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