Back Where I Belong Songtext
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
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
Big city nights and lights surround me
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
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
Leslie, Steve / Worley, Darryl / Hardison, Randy Ray
© EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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