Sing Me Back Home

The warden who 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

Oh please, take me away and turn back the years

Sing me back home before

I dieI remember

Sunday morning, a choir from off the streets

They came in to sing a few old gospel songs

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

Won't you sing it once before

I move along?

Oh, won't you sing me back home?

There's a songs

I used to hear

Make my old memories come alive

Please, take me away and turn back the years

Sing me back home before

I dieOh, won't you sing me back home before

I die?