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?"