Sing Me Back Home

The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom

And I stand up to say good-bye like all the rest

Then I heard him tell the warden just before he reached my cell

'Let my guitar playing, friend, do my request'.

Want 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.

And I remember Sunday evening when a choir came in from town

And got up to sing a few old gospel song

Then I heard him tell the singers: 'There's a song my mama sang'

'Could you sing it once before we move along?'

Want 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.

Want you sing me back home before I die?