The warden led a prisoner
down the hallway to his doom
And I stood up to say good-bye
And I heard him tell the warden
just before he reached my cell
"Let my guitar-playing friend do my request"
I recall last Sunday morning
a choir from 'cross 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 once before you move along?"
Let him sing me back home
with a song I used to hear
And make my old memories come alive
And take me away and turn back the years
And sing me back home before I die
Sing me back home before I die
