The warden led a prisoner Down the hallway to his doom 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 him sing me back home 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 recall last Sunday morning A choir from off the street Came in to do a few old gospel songs And I heard him tell the singers There's a song my mama sang Could I hear it once before you move along?
Won't you sing me back home, 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 dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
