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

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 the songs I used to hear

Make my old memories come alive

Take me away and turn back the years

Let him sing me back home before I die

I recall last Sunday morning 

A choir came off the street

Came in to sing a few old gospel songs

I heard him tell the singers

There's a song my mamma sang

Could I hear it once before you move along