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?