Lyrics:

Well, I Grew Up Wild And Free
walkin' These Fields In My Barefeet
there Wasn't No Place I Couldn't Go
with A .22 Rifle And A Fishin' Pole

well, I Live In The City But Don't Fit In
you Know It's A Pity The Shape I'm In
well, I Got No Home And I Got No Choice
oh, Lord, Have Mercy On A Country Boy

when I Was Young I Remember Well
i'd Hunt The Wild Turkey And Bobwhite Quail
the River Was Clear And Deep Back Then
had Fishin' 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
well, I Got No Home And I Got No Choice
oh, Lord, Have Mercy On A Country Boy

---- Instrumental Interlude ----

well, They Damned The River, They Damned The Stream
they Cut Down The Cyprus And The Sweetgum Trees
there's A Laundromat And A Barbershop
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
well, I Got No Home And I Got No Choice
oh, Lord, Have Mercy On A Country Boy

well, I Live In The City But Don't Fit In
you Know It's A Pity The Shape I'm In
well, I Got No Home And I Got No Choice
oh, Lord, Have Mercy On A Country Boy