Sing me back home . . . .

[ET Awful]

The warden led the prisoner
Down the hallway to his doom
I stood up to say goodbye like all the rest

And I heard him tell the warden
Just before they reached my cell
Let my guitar-playin' friend sing my request

Sing me back home
A song I used to hear
Make my old memories
Come alive

Sing me away
Turn back the years
Sing me back home
Before I die

I recall last Sunday morning
When a choir from off the street
Came in to sing a few old gospel songs

And I heard him tell the singers
There's a song my mama sang
Could I hear it once before you travel on

Sing me back home
A song I used to hear
Make my old memories
Come alive

Sing me away
Turn back the years
Sing me back home
Before I die

The warden led the prisoner
Down the hallway to his doom
I stood up to say goodbye like all the rest

And I heard him tell the warden
Just before they reached my cell
Let my guitar playin' friend sing my request

Let him
Sing me back home
A song I used to hear
Make my old memories
Come alive

Sing me away
Turn back the years
Sing me back home
Before I die

Sing me back home
Before I die

[onager]

1. Well, that's because...

One and only rebel child from a family meek and mild
Mama seemed to know what lay in store
Despite all my Sunday learning, toward the bad I kept on turning
Till Mama couldn't hold me any more.

And I turned 21 in prison, doing life without parole
No one could steer me right but Mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied
And that leaves only me to blame cause Mama tried