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The warden who led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom |
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I stood up to say, goodbye like all the rest |
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And I heard him tell the warden just before he reached my cell |
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Let my guitar playing friend do my request |
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Let him sing me back home with a song |
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I used to hear |
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Make my old memories come alive |
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Oh please, take me away and turn back the years |
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Sing me back home before |
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I dieI remember |
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Sunday morning, a choir from off the streets |
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They came in to sing a few old gospel songs |
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And I heard him tell the singers, there's a song my mama sang |
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Won't you sing it once before |
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I move along? |
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Oh, won't you sing me back home? |
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There's a songs |
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I used to hear |
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Make my old memories come alive |
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Please, take me away and turn back the years |
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Sing me back home before |
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I dieOh, won't you sing me back home before |
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I die? |
