Sing Me Back Home

The warden let the prisoner down the hallway to his doom
And 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 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

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?
Won't you sing me back home before I die?