Sing Me Back Home

Well, 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 friend play my last request"

He said, "Sing me back home, with a song I used to hear
Make my old mem'ries come alive
And 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 in to sing a few more 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?"

And he said, "Sing me back home, with a song I used to hear
Make my old mem'ries come alive
And take me away and turn back the years
Sing me back home before I die
Won't you sing me back home before I die"