The warden led a 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 streets

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 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 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