Thomas Rhett, Russell Dickerson and Tyler Hubbard - Death Row

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, huh
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
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

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

Written by:
Ashley Gorley, Thomas Rhett, Zach Crowell

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Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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