Where I Learned to Pray Loretta Lynn

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In our little one-room country school
It's where I learned to pray
A church without a steeple
That's where I learned to pray

Every Sunday morning
About the hour of ten
The door would open to our school
The preacher, he'd walk in

He'd smile and say, "Good morning
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
It's 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