The warden led a prisoner down a 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-playin' friend do my request
Let him 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 recall last sunday morning
A choir from off the street came in
To sing a few old gospel songs
And i heard him tell the singers
Could i hear it once before you move along
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