Sing Me Back Home

The warden led a prisoner down a 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.

And make my old mem'ries come alive.

Ane 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 a 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 mem'ries come alive

And take me away and turn back the years.

And sing me back home before I die."

"And sing me back home before I die."