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 with a song I used to hear
Make my old memories come alive
Take me away, and turn back the years
Sing 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
Would ya sing me back home with a song I used to hear?
Make my old memories come alive
Take me away, and turn back the years
Sing me back home before I die
Sing me back home before I die