Sing Me Back Home

The warden led a prisoner down the 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 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 cross the street
Came in to sing a few old gospel songs
And I heard him tell the singers Theres a song my mama sang
Could I hear once before we move along?
Let him sing me back home with the song I used to hear
And make my old memories come alive
Take me away and turn back the years
And sing me back home before I die
Sing me back home before I die