well i grew up wild and free walkin these fields in my bare feet there wasn t no place i couldn t go with a twenty two rifle and a fishing pole chorus well i live in the city but don t fit in you know its 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 when i was young i remember well i d hunt the wild turkey and the bob white quail the river was clear and deep back then and fishin lines tied to the willow limb chorus well i live in the city but don t fit in you know its 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 well they dammed the river they dammed the stream they cut down the cypress and the sweet gum trees there s a laundra mat and a barber shop and now the whole meadow is a parkin lot chorus well i live in the city but don t fit in you know its 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 