Well the warden let the 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 playing my last request
So let's sing me back home the song I used to hear Make my old mem'ries come alive Take me away and turn back the years Sing me back home fore I die [ fiddle - guitar ] I recall last Sunday morning a choir from off the street Came 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
So let's sing me back home the song I used to hear... Won't you sing me back home fore I die
