The Warden Led A Prisoner

Down The Hallway To His Doom

I Stood Up To Say Good-bye 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."



Want You Sing Me Back Home

With A Song I Used To Hear

Make My Old Memories Come Alive

And Take Me Away And Turn Back The Years

Sing Me Back Home Before I Die



And I Remember Sunday Evening

When A Choir Came In From Town

Just To Sing A Few Old Gospel Song

And I Heard Him Tell The Singers

"There's A Song My Mama Sang.

Could You Sing It Once Before We Move Along?"