Sing Me Back Home

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 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 off the streets
 Came 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?"
 Sing me back home, the 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
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 Won't you sing me back home, the 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