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 friend do my request" Let him sing me back home with a song I And make my old memories come alive And 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 streets 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?" Let him sing me back home, with the 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