Written by Merle Haggard
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The warden led a prisoner down a hallway to his doom.
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I stood up to say goodbye like all the rest.
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And I heard him tell the warden, just before he reached my cell:
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"Let my guitar playing friend do my request."
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"Let him sing me back home, with a song I used to hear.
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And make my old mem'ries come alive.
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Ane take me away and turn back the years.
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And sing me back home before I die."
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I recall last Sunday morning, a choir from off the streets.
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Came in to sing a few old gospel songs.
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And I heard him tell the singers:"There's a song my Mama sang.
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Could I hear it once before you move along?"
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"Let him sing me back home, with a song I used to hear.
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And make my old mem'ries come alive
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And take me away and turn back the years.
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And sing me back home before I die."
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"And sing me back home before I die."
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Sing Me Back Home
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| Billy Ray Cyrus |
