The wardenled a prisoner down the hallway to his doom.And I stood upto say goodbye like all the rest.And I heard him tell the wardenjust before he reached my cell,Let my guitar playing friend do my request.Let him sing me back homethe song I used to hear.year,make my oldmemories come alive.Take me away and turn back the years,send me back home before I die.I recalllastSunday morninga choir from off the streetcame in 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?Won't you sing me back homewith the song I used tohear make my oldmemories come alivetake me away and turn back the yearssing me backbefore I dieSing me back home before I die