For what we have done and left undone We fall on Your countless mercies For sins that are known and those unknown We call on Your name so holy For envy and pride, for closing our eyes For scorning our very neighbor In thought, word, and deed, we've failed You, our King How deeply we need a Savior Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us For what You have done, Your life of love You perfectly lived, we praise You Though tempted and tried, You fixed Your eyes You finished the work God gave You And there on the tree, a King among thieves You bled for a world's betrayal You loved to the end, our merciful friend How pure and forever faithful Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us For hearts that are cold for seizing control For scorning our very Maker In thought, word, and deed, we've failed You, our King How deeply we need a Savior Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us

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 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 Oh, Lord, have mercy on a country boy