Sing Me Back Home

The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom

And I stood up to say good-bye 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 'cross 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 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