Sing Me Back Home

The warden let the 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 playing friend do my request

Let him sing me back home with the song I used to hear

Make my old memories come alive

Then take me away and turn back the years sing me back home before I die

I recall last Sunday morning when 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...

Won't you sing me back home before I die