The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doomAnd I stood up to say goodbye like all the restAnd I heard him tell the warden just before he reached my cell"Let my guitar playin', friend, do my request"Let him sing me back home with a song I used to hearMake my old memories come aliveAnd take me away and turn back the yearsSing me back home before I dieI recall last Sunday mornin' a choir from off the streetCame in to sing a few old gospel songsAnd I heard him tell the singers, "There's a song my mama sang""Could I hear it once before you move along?"Won't you sing me back home with a song I used to hear?Make my old memories come aliveAnd take me away and turn back the yearsSing me back home before I dieSing me back home before I die
