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 theyd know
I could feel myself trembling
When I shook one of their hands
I thought that he would be a monster
Turns out hes 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 names was Johnny
Aint touched the grass in thirty years
Maybe I aint supposed to feel sorry no
But it bout brought me to tears
Then it hit me, were all human
Aint always proud of what we done
Everybodys 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 hed just been found
Yeah that next week, they laid him six feet down

I cant say that hes in Heaven, who am I to judge his soul?
But Jesus dont play favorites, sayin a name that He dont 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