The warden led a prisoner
Down the hallway to his doom
I stood up to say good-bye 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."
Want you sing me back home
With a song I used to hear
Make my old memories come alive
And take me away and turn back the years
Sing me back home before I die
And I remember Sunday evening
When a choir came in from town
Just to sing a few old gospel song
And I heard him tell the singers
"There's a song my mama sang.
Could you sing it once before we move along?"