Sing Me Back Home

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 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, a song I used to hear?
Make my old memories come alive
Please take me away and turn back the years
Sing me back home before I die"