Well i grew up wild and freewalkin these fields in my bare feet there wasnt no place i couldnt go with a 22 rifle and a fishing pole will i live in the city but dont fit in you know its a pity the shape im 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 id hunt the wild turkey and the bobwhite quail the river was clear and deep back then had fishing lines tied to the willow limb well they dammed the river they dammed the stream they cut down the cypress and the sweet gum trees theres a laundry and a partnership and now the whole meadow is a parking lot oh lord have mercy on a country boy HLAV(Angel)
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 03:50:46 +0000
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