Well I live in the city but don't fit in
You know it's a pity the shape I'm in
But I got no home and I got no choice
Oh lord have mercy on a country boy
I'd hunt the wild turkey in the barbed wire queen
Had fishing lines tied to the willow limb
Well I live in the city but don't fit in
You know it's a pity the shape I'm in
When I got no home and I got no choice
Oh lord have mercy on a country boy
Well they the river they the stream
They cut down the surface and the sweet country
And now the whole meadow is a parking lot
Well I live in the city but don't fit in
You know it's a pity the shape I'm in
But I got no home and I got no choice
Oh lord have mercy on a country more
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