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