Текст песни Back Where I Belong - Darryl Worley
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
whip-poor-will
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
whip-poor-will
calling
me
home
Back
where
I
belong
Back
where
I
belong
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