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.
year,
make my old
memories come alive.
Take me away and turn back the years,
send me back home before I die.
I recall
last
Sunday morning
a choir from off the street
came in 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?
Won't you sing me back home
with the song I used to
hear make my old
memories come alive
take me away and turn back the years
sing me back
before I die
Sing me back home before I die