Sing Me Back Home

The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom

And 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

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 one Sunday morning a choir from oa the street

Came in to sing a few old gospel songs

And I heard him tell the singers "There's a song my mama sang

Could I hear it once before you move along?"

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

And sing Me Back Home before I die

And sing Me Back Home before I die