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