2 acessos
Intro: D G D A D Bm G A D D A D Well I grew up wild and free G D A D Walkin- these fields in my bare feet D A D There wasn-t no place I couldn-t go G D A D With a twenty-two rifle and a fishing pole CHORUS: G D A D Well I live in the city but don-t fit in Bm G A D You know its a pity the shape I-m in G D A D Well I got no home and I got no choice Bm G A D Oh Lord, have mercy on a country boy Fill: G D A D Bm G A D D A D When I was young I remember well G D A D I-d hunt the wild turkey and the bob-white quail D A D The river was clear and deep back then G D A D And fishin- lines tied to the willow limb Chorus D A D Well they dammed the river, they dammed the stream G D A D They cut down the cypress and the sweet gum trees D A D There-s a laundra- mat and a barber shop G D A D And now the whole meadow is a parkin- lot Chorus 2X Bm G A G D A D Bm G A D Oh Lord, have mercy on a country boy