Back where I belong
I can hear a whippoorwill calling me home
Big city nights and lights surround me

If I could just go back to where I belong
So I could tell him, he was right and I was wrong

Just how long I've been gone
Feels like a prison to my soul
I'd give back everything the good Lord gave me
I can hear a whippoorwill calling me home
Now all the rockin' chairs are empty

Big city nights and lights surround me
Sometimes it hurts me to remember
Feels like a prison to my soul
Oh, how I miss the smell of mama's kitchen
And the way she used to sing those gospel songs
I hate to think how tall the weeds have grown
Back where I belong, back where I belong

Right now I wish that me and dad were fishin'