The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom
I stood up to say goodbye like all the rest
And I heard him tell the warden just before he reached my cell"Let my guitar playing friend do my request"
Let him sing me back home with a song I used to hear
Make my old memories come alive
Take me away and turn back the years
Sing me back home before I die
I recall last Sunday morning a choir from off the streets
Came to sing a few old gospel songs
And I heard him tell the singers, "There′s a song my mama sang
Could I hear it once before you move along?"
Sing me back home, the the song I used to hear
Make my old memories come alive
Take me away and turn back the years
Sing me back home before I die
Won't you sing me back home, the the song I used to hear
Make my old memories come alive
Take me away and turn back the years
Sing me back home before I die
Sing me back home before I die
