Well, 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 friend play my last request      He said sing me back home    With a song I used to hear   Make my old memories come alive   Take me away, turn back the years   Sing me back home before I die      --- Instrumental ---      I recall last Sunday morning    A choir from off the street   Came in to sing    A few more gospel songs   And I heard him tell the singers,    "There's a song my mama sang me.   Could I hear it once before you move along"      He said sing me back home    With a song I used to hear   Make my old memories come alive   Take me away, turn back the years   Sing me back home before I die      Won't you sing me back home before I die...