The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom
And 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
And take me away and turn back the years
Sing me back home before I die
I recall last Sunday mornin a choir from off the street
Came in to sing a few old gospel songs
And I heard him tell the singers, Theres a song my mama sang
Could I hear it once before you move along?
Wont you sing me back home with a song I used to hear?
Make my old memories come alive
And take me away and turn back the years
Sing me back home before I die
Sing me back home before I die