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Where I Learned to Pray - Loretta Lynn

Written by：Loretta Lynn

In our little one room country school

Is where I learned to pray

A church without a steeple

That's where I learned to pray

Every sunday mornin'

About the hour of ten

The door would open to our school

The preacher he'd walk in

He'd smile and say good mornin'

How's everything today

We'd bow our heads and close our eyes

And then he'd say let's pray

In our little one room country school

Is where I learned to pray

Our church that had no steeple

Is no longer there today

From monday

Until friday

At school we'd learn and play

Then back at school on sunday

That's where I learned to pray

Our clothes were clean

But faded

Sometimes our feet were bare

But no one noticed anything

Except the Lord was there

We'd come from all directions

Searching for the way

Harmonies at school on sunday

That's where I learned to pray

In our little one room country school

Is where I learned to pray

Our church that had no steeple

Is no longer there today

From monday

Until friday

At school we'd learn and play

Then back at school on sunday

That's where I learned to pray