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
Oh please take me away and turn back the years
Sing me back home before I die
I remember Sunday morning a choir from off the streets
They came in to sing a few old gospel songs
And I heard him tell the singers "There's a song my mama sang.
Won't you sing it once before I move along?"
Won't you sing me back home with a song I used to hear
Make my old memories come alive
Please 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