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
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 in to do 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?
Won't you sing me back home
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

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Writer(s): MERLE HAGGARD