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) 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
