[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]
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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