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. Take me away and turn back the years, Sing Me Back Home before I die. I recall last Sunday morning a choir from 'cross the street Came to sing a few old gospel songs And I heard him tell the singers 'There's a song my mama sang. Can I hear it once before you move along?' Let him Sing me back home, with a song I used to hear. And make my old memories come alive. Take me away and turn back the years, And sing Me Back Home before I die Sing Me Back Home before I die