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 singing 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 once before you move along '

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

Sing me back home before I die