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 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 once before we move along sing me back home the song my mama sang make my old memories come alive take me away and turn back the years sing me back home before i die sing me back home before i die