Josh Turner — 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 x2

  Bm      G       A     G D A D Bm G A D
Oh Lord, have mercy on a country boy