Sing Me Back Home

The warden let 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 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

[ guitar ]

I recall last Sunday morning
a choir from off the street

Came in to sing a few old gospel songs

And I heard him ask 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...

Sing me back home before I die