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 trembling
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 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's forgiveness 'fore we see them streets of gold
Yeah, I learned a lot about living 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, no
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 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's forgiveness 'fore we see them streets of gold
Yeah, I learned a lot about living 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