The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom
I stood up to say good-bye 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
And make my old memories come alive
And take me away and turn back the years
And sing me back home before I die

I recall last Sunday morning a choir from off the streets
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 once before you move along?'

Let him sing me back home, with a song I used to hear
And make my old memories come alive
And take me away and turn back the years
And sing me back home before I die

Sing me back home before I die