Sing Me Back Home

The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom

I stood up to say goodbye, like all the rest

I heard him tell the warden just before he reached my cell

Let my guitar playin' friend do my request



Won't you sing me back home with the songs I used to hear

Make my old memories come alive

Take me away and turn back the years

Won't you sing me back home before I die



I recall last Sunday mornin', a choir came off the street

Came in to sing a few old gospel songs

I heard him tell the singers, there's a song my mamma sang

Could I hear it once before you move along



Won't you sing me back home with the songs I used to hear

Make my old memories come alive

Take me away and turn back the years

Won't you sing me back home before I die