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 street
Came in to sing a few old gospel songs
And I heard him tell the singers, “There’s a song my mama sang
Can I hear it once before you move along?”

Won’t you sing me back home, with a song I used to hear
And make my old memories come alive
Take me away and turn back the years
And sing me back home before I die
Sing me back home before I die