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

And make my old memories come alive

And take me away and turn back the years

And sing me back home before I die

I recall last Sunday morning a choir from 'cross 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 once before we move along?'

Let him sing me back home with the song I used to hear

And make my old memories come alive

Take me away and turn back the years

And sing me back home before I die

Sing me back home before I die