The warden led the prisoner down the hallway to his dune
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
I heard him tell the warden just before he reached my cell
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


MUSIC
Music
Music
Music
Music
Music
Music
Music
Music
Music

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
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