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: E---------0--0h2----------2---3---2---0------0h2-----------2--------3--- B------3-----------------3--------------------3---------------3-----------0--- G---2----------------2-------------------------------------2---------------0--- D----------------------------------------------------------------------------0--- A----------------------------------------------------------------------------2--- E----------------------------------------------------------------------------3--- E----------0h2----------2--------3-----2-----0------------------------------ B-------3-------------3-------------------------------2----3------------------ G---2-------------2---------------3-----2-----2-----2----2------------------ D--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- E--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (D) There's a little shack (G) tucked back in the (D)Êtimbers It wasn't much back then,(A) but it was (D) home (D) Sometimes it (G) hurts me to (D) remember Just how (A) long I've been (D) gone (D) Oh how I miss the (G) smell of momma's (D) kitchen And the way she used to (A) sing those gospel (D) songs Right now I wish that (G) me and dad were (D) fishin' So I could tell him he was (A) right and I was (D) wrong (D) Big city (G) nights and lights (D) surround me (G) (D) Feels like a (G) prison to my (A) soul (F#) (Bm) I can hear a whipperwill, (E) callin' me home (F#) (G) (G) Oh (A) back where I (D) belong Instrumental: D G D G D G A F# Bm E F#ÊÊG A D (D) Now all the (G) rockin' chairs are empty I hate to think how (A) tall the weeds have (D) grown (D) I'd give back every(G)thing the good lord (D) gave me If I could just go (A) back where I (D) belong (D) Big city (G) nights and lights (D) surround me (G) (D) Feels like a (G) prison to my (A) soul (F#) (G) I can hear a whipperwill, (E) callin' me home (F#) (G) (G) Oh (A) back where I (Bm) belong (E) (F#) (G) (G) Oh (A) back where I (D) belong