| The warden who led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom
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| I stood up to say, goodbye like all the rest
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| And I heard him tell the warden just before he reached my cell
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| Let my guitar playing friend do my request
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| Let him sing me back home with a song I used to hear
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| Make my old memories come alive
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| Oh please, take me away and turn back the years
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| Sing me back home before I die
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| I remember Sunday morning, a choir from off the streets
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| They came in to sing a few old gospel songs
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| And I heard him tell the singers, there’s a song my mama sang
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| Won’t you sing it once before I move along?
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| Oh, won’t you sing me back home? |
| There’s a songs I used to hear
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| Make my old memories come alive
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| Please, take me away and turn back the years
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| Sing me back home before I die
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| Oh, won’t you sing me back home before I die? |