I'm from a one story town Where you're born and work Til they lay you in the ground And the only sound for miles around Is when they roll the streets up After sundown Needed a change of scene at 18 I had big plans for myself To not end up like everyone else With one good woman And a few good friends Supper on the table When the workday ends Sermon on Sunday morning To keep you strong Ain't getting rich But enough to get by For an honest man To hold his head up high I knew that was right where I belong I swore I'd carve my name Into history, In the big city game So I entered the race for fortune and fame But I lost myself And that's a high price to pay From where I stood, all of a sudden It didn't seem to bad Lookin' back on the life I could have had With one good woman And a few good friends Supper on the table When the workday ends Sermon on Sunday morning To keep you strong Ain't getting rich But enough to get by For an honest man To hold his head up high Time to get back right where I belong Looking at that city In my rear view mirror Right where I belong It couldn't be any clearer Back in this one story town Thinking about settling down With one good woman And a few good friends Supper on the table When the workday ends Sermon on Sunday morning To keep you strong I ain't getting rich But enough to get by For an honest man To hold his head up high Now I know I'm right where I belong It's great to be back right where I belong