(Darryl Worley/Steve Leslie/Randy Hardison)



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