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In our little one room country school is where I learned to pray
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Our church without a steeple that’s where I learned to pray
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Ever Sunday mornin’ about the hour of ten
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The door would open to our school the preacher he’d walk in
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He’d smile and say good mornin’ how’s ever´ thing today
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We’d bow our heads and close our eyes and then he’d say let’s pray
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In our little one room country school is where I learned to pray
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Our church that had no steeple is no longer there today
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From Monday until Friday at school we’d learn and play
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Then back to school on Sunday that’s where I learned to pray
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Our clothes were clean but faded sometimes our feet were bare
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But no one noticed anything except the Lord was there
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We’d come from all directions searchin’ for the way
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On my knees at school on Sunday that’s where I learned to pray
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In our little one room country school is where I learned to pray
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Our church that had no steeple is no longer there today
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From Monday until Friday at school we’d learn and play
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Then back to school on Sunday that’s where I learned to pray