Lyrics:

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 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 off the streets
Came 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?'

Sing me back home, the 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

Won't you sing me back home, the 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

Sing me back home before I die