back where i belong

Theres a little shack tucked back in the timber
It wasnt much back then but it was home

Sometimes it hurts me to remember

Just how long Ive been gone

Oh how I miss the smell of mamas 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 ****s have grown

Id 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