The warden let the prisoner 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 him sing me back home with the song I used to hear Make my old memories come alive Then take me away and turn back the years sing me back home before I die
I recall last Sunday morning when a choir from off the street Came in to sing 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... Won't you sing me back home before I dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
