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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Thomas Rhett
Vocals
Tyler Hubbard
Vocals
Russell Dickerson
Vocals
Dann Huff
Electric Guitar
Jesse Frasure
Programming
Justin Niebank
Programming
David Huff
Programming
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Charlie Judge
Synthesizer
Chris Kimmerer
Drums
Josh Reedy
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zach Crowell
Songwriter
Ashley Gorley
Songwriter
Thomas Rhett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dann Huff
Producer
Jesse Frasure
Producer
Joe Baldridge
Recording Engineer
Josh Ditty
Assistant Recording Engineer
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Drew Bollman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
David Huff
Editing Engineer
Chris Small
Editing Engineer
Mike "Frog" Griffith
Studio Personnel
Lyrics
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
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 death row
One of 'em name's 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
Then it hit me, we're all human
Ain't always proud of what we done
Everybody's days are numbered
Only difference is, they all know which ones
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 death row
Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
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, sayin' 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
Writer(s): Thomas Rhett Akins, Zach Crowell, Ashley Glenn Gorley
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