The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom I stood up to say goodbye, like all the rest I heard him tell the warden just before he reached my cell Let my guitar playin' friend do my request Won't you sing me back home with the songs I used to hear Make my old memories come alive Take me away and turn back the years Won't you sing me back home before I die I recall last Sunday mornin', a choir came off the street Came in to sing a few old gospel songs I heard him tell the singers, there's a song my mamma sang Could I hear it once before you move along Won't you sing me back home with the songs I used to hear Make my old memories come alive Take me away and turn back the years Won't you sing me back home before I die