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 Make my old memories come alive Take me away and turn back the years Sing me back home before I die I recall last Sunday morning a choir from off the streets Came 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?" Sing me back home, the the song I used to hear Make my old memories come alive Take me away and turn back the years Sing me back home before I die Won't you sing me back home, the the song I used to hear Make my old memories come alive Take me away and turn back the years Sing me back home before I die Sing me back home before I die