Back Where I Belong
Darryl Worley
Album: I Miss My Friend
Song Writers: Darryl Worley, Steve Leslie, Randy Hardison
I worked hard and learned a lot on this one. It may not be right in some places, but its progress.
I saw Darryl do this song at the Tennessee River Run in Pickwick Tn. He cried and dedicated it
to his brother. I know how he feels.
[Intro]
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D G D
There's a little shack tucked back in the ?timbers
A D
It wasn't much back then, but it was home
D G D
Sometimes it hurts me to remember
A D
Just how long I've been gone
D G D
Oh how I miss the smell of momma's kitchen
A D
And the way she used to sing those gospel songs
G D
Right now I wish that me and dad were fishin'
A D
So I could tell him he was right and I was wrong
D G D G
Big city nights and lights surround me
D G A F# Bm
Feels like a prison to my soul
E F# G
I can hear a whipperwill, callin' me home
G A D
Oh back where I belong
[Instrumental]
D G D G D G A F# Bm E F#??G A D
D G
Now all the rockin' chairs are empty
A D
I hate to think how tall the weeds have grown
D G D
I'd give back every thing the good lord gave me
A D
If I could just go back where I belong
D G D G
Big city nights and lights surround me
D G A F# G
Feels like a prison to my soul
E F# G
I can hear a whipperwill, callin' me home
G A Bm E F# G
Oh back where I belong
G A D
Oh back where I belong