(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