Sing Me Back Home

The warden let the prisoner down the hallway to his doom And I stood up to say goodbye like all the rest And I heard him tell the warden just before he reached my cell '€œLet my guitar playing friend do my request Let him sing me back home the 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'€ I recall last Sunday morning a choir from off 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 Won't you sing me back home? Won't you sing me back home before I die?