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 'cross the street
Came to sing a few old gospel songs
And I heard him tell the singers 'There's a song my mama sang
Can I hear it once before you move along?'

Let him Sing me back home, with a song I used to hear
And make my old memories come alive
Take me away and turn back the years
And sing Me Back Home before I die

Sing me back home before I die