The warden led a prisoner
Down the hallway to his doom
And 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
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"
I recall last Sunday morning
A choir from of 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 once before
You move along?
Won't 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"
Sing me back home
Before I die