Back Where I Belong Songtext
von Darryl Worley

There′s a little shack tucked back in the timber
It wasn't much back then but it was home
Sometimes it hurts me to remember
Just how long I′ve been gone

Oh, how I miss the smell of mama's kitchen
And the way she used to sing those gospel songs
Right now I wish that me and dad were fishin'
So I could tell him, he was right, and I was wrong


Big city nights and lights surround me
Feels like a prison to my soul
I can hear a whip-poor-will calling me home
Back where I belong

Now all the rockin′ chairs are empty
I hate to think how tall the weeds have grown
I′d give back everything the good Lord gave me
If I could just go back to where I belong

Big city nights and lights surround me
Feels like a prison to my soul
I can hear a whip-poor-will calling me home
Back where I belong
Back where I belong