The warden led a prisoner Down the hallway to his doom And I stood up to say goodbye like all the rest Then I heard him tell the warden There's a song my mama sang Let my guitar playing friend, do my request
Chorus: 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
Well, I recall last sunday evening When a choir came off the street They came in singing a few old gospel songs Then I heard him tell the warden Just before he reached my cell Won't you sing it once before we move along
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