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Sing Me Back Home

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 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 off the streets
Came 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?

Sing me back home, 
the the 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

Won't you sing me back home,
the the 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
Sing me back home 
before I die