Sing Me Back Home

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 playin' friend do my request

Let him sing me back home, with a song I used to hear
Make my old memories come alive
Then take me away, and turn back the years
Sing me back home before I die

I recall last Sunday morning when a choir from off the street
Came in 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

Won't you sing me back home, with a song I used to hear
Make my old memories come alive
Then take me away and turn back the years
Sing me back home before I die
Won't you sing me back home before I die