Intro The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom I stood up to say good-bye 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 street 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 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 Solo Want you sing me back home 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