Death Row

Just last week I went to prison

To see some boys down on death row

Brought some guitars and my buddies

To play some songs I thought they'd know

I could feel myself trembling

When I shook one of their hands

I thought that he would be a monster

Turns out he's a whole lot like I am

Yeah, we talked hunting, we talked fishing

Like I do with boys back home

How Jesus is the ticket

And narrow is the road

About how all we need is forgiveness

'Fore we see them streets of gold

Yeah, I learned a lot 'bout livin' from them boys down on death row

One of 'em name's was Johnny

Ain't touched the grass in thirty years

Maybe I ain't supposed to feel sorry no

But it 'bout brought me to tears

Then it hit me, we're all human

Ain't always proud of what we done

Everybody's days are numbered

Only difference is, they all know which ones

We talked hunting, we talked fishing

Like I do with boys back home

How Jesus is the ticket

And narrow is the road

About how all we need is forgiveness

'Fore we see them streets of gold

Yeah, I learned a lot 'bout livin' from them boys down on death row

Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

One of 'em sang, "Amazing Grace", how sweet the sound

With one hand raised, and one foot chained to the ground

Yeah, he sang it like he knew he'd just been found

Yeah, that next week, they laid him six feet down

Oh, oh, I can't say that he's in Heaven, who am I to judge his soul?

But Jesus don't play favorites, sayin' a name that He don't know

Yeah, I learned that and then some, from the boys down on death row

I learned all that and then some, from the boys down on death row