The warden led the prisoner down the hallway to his doom 
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 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

Sing me back home 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.

Won't you sing me back home 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