Sing Me Back Home.kar

The warden led a prisoner
down a hallway to his doom,

and 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 playin',
friend, do my request."

Let him sing me back home
with a song I used to hear,
and make my old mem'ries come alive,

and take me away,
and turn back the years,
and sing me back home before I die.

I recall last Sunday mornin'
a choir from off the street

came in to sing
a few old gospel songs.

And I heard him tell the singers,
"There's a song my mama sang;

could 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 mem'ries come alive,

and take me away,
and turn back the years,

and sing me back home before I die,
and sing me back home before I die.