The warden led a prisonner down the hallway to his doom
And 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 me 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 remember one sunday morning the choir from off the street
They came in to sing a few old gospel song
And I hear him tell the singers "there's a song my mama sing,
Wont' you sing it once before I'm moving on?"