The warden
Lead a prisoner
Down the hallway to his doom
And I still left to say goodbye
Like all the rest
And then I heard him
Tell the warden
Just before he reached my cell
Let my guitar playing friends
Do my request
Let him sing me back home
With a a song I used to hear
And make my own memories
Come alive
Take me away
And turn back the years
Sing me back home
Before I die
Well, I recall
Last Sunday morning
A choir from off the street
Came to sing us
A few old gospel songs
Then 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 alive
Take me away
And turn back the years
Sing me back home
Before I die
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
Won't you sing me back home
Before I die?