(Merle Haggard)
The warden led a prisoner down a hallway to his doom
I stand 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 song I used to hear
And make my old memories come alive
And take me away and turn back the years
And sing me back home before I die
I recall last Sunday morning a chair fromm off the streets
Came in to sing a few old gospel songs
And I heard him tell the singers,»There’s a song my momma sang
Could I hear it once before you move along?»
Let him sing me back home with song I used to hear
And make my old memories come alive
And take me away and turn back the years
And sing me back home before I die
«And sing me back home before I die»