Lyrics:

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