Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Don Williams
Don Williams
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob McDill
Bob McDill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Williams
Don Williams
Producer
G. Fundis
G. Fundis
Producer
Denny Purcell
Denny Purcell
Mastering Engineer
Gary Laney
Gary Laney
Recording Engineer
Dave Sinko
Dave Sinko
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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
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 the bob-white quail
The river was clear, and deep back then
And 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
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
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...
Written by: Bob McDill
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