[Verse 1]
Our hands were folded, eight-years-old
Heads were bowed and eyes were closed
Just as I am, soft and low
The invitation hittin' close to home
[Verse 2]
Yeah, and just like it was yesterday
I hear ol' pastor Billy say
"To get to Heaven, there's just one way"
So I walked down the front and I got saved
And I still remember how to pray
[Verse 3]
At 'round about seventeen
You couldn't tell me anything
I hit the road to chase a dream
To say the lеast, times were lеan
[Verse 4]
Tip jars, empty bars
Backseat sleepin', beat-up cars
Livin' fast and runnin' hard
But even in the mix of messes made
I still remember how to pray
Our hands were folded, eight-years-old
Heads were bowed and eyes were closed
Just as I am, soft and low
The invitation hittin' close to home
[Verse 2]
Yeah, and just like it was yesterday
I hear ol' pastor Billy say
"To get to Heaven, there's just one way"
So I walked down the front and I got saved
And I still remember how to pray
[Verse 3]
At 'round about seventeen
You couldn't tell me anything
I hit the road to chase a dream
To say the lеast, times were lеan
[Verse 4]
Tip jars, empty bars
Backseat sleepin', beat-up cars
Livin' fast and runnin' hard
But even in the mix of messes made
I still remember how to pray
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