Sing Me Back Home

Well, the warden 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 friend play my last request" He said, "Sing me back home, with a song I used to hear Make my old mem'ries come alive And take me away and turn back the years Sing me back home before I die" I recall last Sunday morning, a choir from off the streets Came in to sing a few more 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?" And he said, "Sing me back home, with a song I used to hear Make my old mem'ries come alive And 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"