Song: Lord Have Mercy on a Country Boy
By: Josh Turner

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