Sing Me Back Home

The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom
I stood up 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
And make my old memories come alive

And take me away and turn back the years
And sing Me Back Home before I die

I recall last Sunday morning a choir from off the streets
Came in to sing a few old gospel songs

And I heard him tell the singers there's the song my mama sang.
Could I Hear it once before you move along

Let him Sing me back home with a song I used to hear
And make my old memories come alive

And take me away and turn back the years
And sing Me Back Home before I die
sing Me Back Home before I die