The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom
I stood up to say good-bye 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 street
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 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
Want you sing me back home 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