Sing Me Back Home - Live

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

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 ′cross the street
Came to sing a few old gospel songs
And I heard him tell the singers 'There's a song my mama sang.
Can I hear it 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.
Take me away and turn back the years,
And sing Me Back Home before I die

Sing Me Back Home before I die