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.