The warden who 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 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 off 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?      Oh, won't you sing me back home? There's a songs 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      Oh, won't you sing me back home before I die?