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
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
And take me away
And turn back the years
Sing me back home
before I die
Sing me back home
before I die