The warden who 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 Oh please, take me away and turn back the years Sing me back home before I die I remember Sunday morning, a choir from off the streets They came in to sing a few old gospel songs And I heard him tell the singers, there′s a song my mama sang Won't you sing it once before I move along? Oh, won′t you sing me back home? There's a songs I used to hear Make my old memories come alive Please, take me away and turn back the years Sing me back home before I die Oh, won't you sing me back home before I die?
Writer(s): Merle Haggard