Sing Me Back Home

The warden led a prisoner

down the hallway to his doom

I stood 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.'

(Let him...)

Sing me back home with a song I used to hear

Make my old memories come alive

Oh please take me away and turn back the years

Sing Me Back Home before I die

I remember Sunday morning

a choir from on the streets

They came in to sing a few old gospel songs

And I heard him tell the singers

'There's a song my mama sang.

Won't you sing it once before I move along?'

Won't you sing me back home

with a song I used to hear

Make my old memories come alive

Please take me away and turn back the years

Sing Me Back Home before I die

Won't you sing me back home before I die