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 Yeah, 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. 
Yeah, I could feel myself tremblin' 
When I shook one of their hands 
I thought that he would be a monster 
It turns out he's a whole lot like I am. 
Yeah, we talked huntin' we talked fishin' like I do with boys back home 
How jesus is the ticket and narrow is the road 
About how all we need's forgiveness 'fore we see them streets of gold 
Yeah, I learned a lot about livin' from them boys down on death row. 
One of 'em's name was johnny 
Ain't touched the grass in thirty years 
Maybe I ain't supposed to feel sorry, naw 
But it 'bout brought me to tears. 
And then it hit me, we're all human 
Ain't always proud of what we've done 
Everybody's days are numbered 
Only difference is they all know which one. 
We talked huntin' we talked fishin' like I do with boys back home 
How jesus is the ticket and narrow is the road 
About how all we need's forgiveness 'fore we see them streets of gold 
Yeah, I learned a lot about livin' from them boys down on death row. 
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa... 
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa... 
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa... 
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, ain't 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. 
 
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