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