It would be a fine boll, but the devil's got the weevils in it.
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 fill my request
Let him sing me back home a song I used to hear
Make my old memories come alive
Sing me away and turn back the year
Sing me home before I die
I recall last Sunday morning when the 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 mother sang
Can I hear it before you travel on
Sing me back home a song I used to hear
Make my old memories come alive
Sing me away and turn back the year
Sing me back home before I die