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The Dwarden led a Aprisoner down the Ghallway to his doom D
DI stood up to say good-bye like all the rest A
And I Dheard him tell the Awarden just beGfore he reached my cell D
'Let my guitar playing friend A do my request' D
Let him Dsing me back home A with a Gsong I used to Dhear
Make my old memories come aAlive
DTake me away Aand Gturn back the years D
Sing me back home Abefore I dDie
I reDcall last Sunday Amorning, a Gchoir from off the street D
Came to sing a few old gospel Asongs
And I Dheard him tell the Asingers, 'There's a Gsong my mama Dsang
Could I hear it once beAfore you move aDlong?'
DSing me back home, Athe Gsong I used to Dhear
Make my old memories come aAlive
DTake me away Aand Gturn back the years D
Sing me D/Fback Ghome Abefore I Ddie
DAGDA
Want you Dsing me back home Athe Gsong I used to Dhear
Make my old memories come aAlive
DTake me away Aand Gturn back the years D
Sing D/Fme back Ghome Abefore I Ddie
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