(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"