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The warden who led a prisoner down the hallway to his doomI stood up to say, goodbye like all the restAnd I heard him tell the warden just before he reached my cellLet my guitar playing friend do my requestLet him sing me back home with a song I used to hearMake my old memories come aliveOh please, take me away and turn back the yearsSing me back home before I dieI remember Sunday morning, a choir from off the streetsThey came in to sing a few old gospel songsAnd I heard him tell the singers, there's a song my mama sangWon't you sing it once before I move along?Oh, won't you sing me back home? There's a songs I used to hearMake my old memories come alivePlease, take me away and turn back the yearsSing me back home before I dieOh, won't you sing me back home before I die? From Letras Mania