Sing Me Back Home - Live at the Fillmore West, San Francisco, CA - February 1969

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?