The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom
I got 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.
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 evening when a choir came in from
town and got up to sing a few old gospel songs
Then I heard him tell the singers 'There's a song my mama
sang.
Would you sing it once before we move along?'
Won't you 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
