Lyrics - Back Where I Belong by 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 whippoorwill 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 whippoorwill calling me home
Back where
I belong
Back where
I belong

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