Sing Me Back Home

The warden led a prisoner down a hallway to his doom

I stand 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 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 chair from off the streets

Came in to sing a few old gospel songs

And I heard him tell the singers,"There's a song my momma sang

Could I hear it once before you move along?"

Let him sing me back home with 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

"And sing me back home before I die"