Well, the warden led a prisoner
Down the hallway to his doom
I stood up to say goodbye like all the rest
And I heard him tell the warden
Just before he reached my cell
Let my guitar friend play my last request

He said sing me back home
With a song I used to hear
Make my old memories come alive
Take me away, turn back the years
Sing me back home before I die

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I recall last Sunday morning
A choir from off the street
Came in to sing
A few more gospel songs
And I heard him tell the singers,
"There's a song my mama sang me.
Could I hear it once before you move along"

He said sing me back home
With a song I used to hear
Make my old memories come alive
Take me away, turn back the years
Sing me back home before I die

Won't you sing me back home before I die...