Lord Have Mercy On A Country Boy

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