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 Make my old memories come alive Oh please take me away and turn back the years Sing Me Back Home before I die I remember Sunday morning a choir from on 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?' Won't you sing me back home with a song 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 die Won't you sing me back home before I die