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The warden led 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 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 street 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 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 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... (Thanks to Merse for these lyrics) From Letras Mania