Отключить рекламуIntro: D G D A D Bm G A D
D A DWell I grew up wild and free
G D A DWalkin- these fields in my bare feet
D A DThere wasn-t no place I couldn-t Go
G D A DWith a twenty-two rifle and a fishing pole
CHORUS:
G D A DWell I live in the city but don-t fit in
Bm G A DYou know its a pity the shape I-m in
G D A DWell I got no home and I got no choice
Bm G A DOh Lord, have mercy on a country boy
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D A DWhen I was young I remember well
G D A DI-d hunt the wild turkey and the bob-white quail
D A DThe river was clear and deep back then
G D A DAnd fishin- lines tied to the willow limb
Chorus
D A DWell they dammed the river, they dammed the stream
G D A DThey cut down the cypress and the sweet gum trees
D A DThere-s a laundra- mat and a barber shop
G D A DAnd now the whole meadow is a parkin- lot
Chorus 2X
Bm G A G D A D Bm G A DOh Lord, have mercy on a country boy
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