Paroles Death row Thomas Rhett

Death row

Just last week I went to prison
To see some boys down on deathrow
Brought some guitars and my buddies
To play some songs I thought they know
I could feel myself trembling
When I shook one of their hands
I thought that he would be a monster
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 is forgiveness
'Fore we see them streets of gold
Yeah, I learned a lot 'bout livin' from them boys down on deathrow

One of 'em name's was Johnny
Ain't touched the grass in thirty years
Maybe I ain't supposed to feel sorry
But it 'bout brought me to tears
Then it hit me, we're all human
Ain't always proud of what we do
Everybody's days are numbered
Only difference is, they all know each 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
Before we see them streets of gold
Yeah, I learned a lot 'bout livin' from them boys down on deathrow

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 just been found
And next week, they lay him six feet down

I can't say that he's in Heaven, who am I to judge his soul?
But Jesus don't play favorites, sayin' a name that He don't know
I learned that and then some, with them boys down on deathrow