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Thomas Rhett
Thomas Rhett
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Tyler Hubbard
Tyler Hubbard
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Russell Dickerson
Russell Dickerson
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Dann Huff
Dann Huff
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Jesse Frasure
Jesse Frasure
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Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
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David Huff
David Huff
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Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
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Derek Wells
Derek Wells
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Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
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Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
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Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
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Chris Kimmerer
Chris Kimmerer
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Josh Reedy
Josh Reedy
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Thomas Rhett
Thomas Rhett
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Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
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Ashley Gorley
Ashley Gorley
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Dann Huff
Dann Huff
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Jesse Frasure
Jesse Frasure
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Joe Baldridge
Joe Baldridge
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Josh Ditty
Josh Ditty
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Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
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Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
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Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
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David Huff
David Huff
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Chris Small
Chris Small
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Mike "Frog" Griffith
Mike "Frog" Griffith
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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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