(Loretta Lynn)

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 did walk in

He'd smile and say good morning how 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

[ piano ]

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

Harmonizes at school on Sunday that's where I learned to pray

In our little one room...