The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom
And 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." 

Then he 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?"

Won't you 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

Take me away and turn back the years
Sing me Back Home before I die