C
G7
C
Well I grew up wild and free
G7
C
G7
C
Walking these fields in my bare feet
G7
C
There wasn’t no place I couldn’t go
G7
C
G7
C
With a 22 rifle and a fishing pole
F
C
G7
C
Well I live in the city but don’t fit in
Am
G7
C
You know it’s a pity the shape I’m in
F
C
G7
C
But I got no home and I got no choice
Am
G7
C
Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy
G7
C
When I was young I remember well
G7
C
G7
C
I’d hunt the wild turkey and the bob white quail
G7
C
The river was clear and deep back then
G7
C
G7
C
Had fishing lines tied to the willow limb
F
C
G7
C
Well I live in the city but don’t fit in
Am
G7
C
You know it’s a pity the shape I’m in
F
C
G7
C
But I got no home and I got no choice
Am
G7
C
Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy
G7
C
Well they dammed the river they dammed the stream
G7
C
G7
C
They cut down the cypress and sweet-gum trees
G7
C
There’s a Laundromat and a barber shop
G7
C
G7
C
And now the whole meadow is a parking lot
F
C
G7
C
Well I live in the city but don’t fit in
Am
G7
C
You know it’s a pity the shape I’m in
F
C
G7
C
But I got no home and I got no choice
Am
G7
C
Oh Lord have mercy on a country boy
G7
Am
C
F
