Sing Me Back Home

The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom
 And I stand up to say good-bye like all the rest
 Then I heard him tell the warden just before he reached my cell
 'Let my guitar playing, friend, do my request'.
 Want you sing me back home with a song I used to hear?
 Make my old memories come alive?
 And take me away and turn back the years
 Sing me back home before I die.
 And I remember Sunday evening when a choir came in from town
 And got up to sing a few old gospel song
 Then I heard him tell the singers: 'There's a song my mama sang'
 'Could you sing it once before we move along?'
 Want you sing me back home with a song I used to hear?
 Make my old memories come alive?
 And take me away and turn back the years
 Sing me back home before I die.
 Want you sing me back home before I die?