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

Yeah, and just like it was yesterday

I hear ole 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

At 'round about seventeen

You couldn't tell me anything

I hit the road to chase a dream

To say the least, times were lean

Tip jars, empty bars

Back-seat sleeping, beat-up cars

Living fast and running hard

But even in the mix of messes made

I still remember how to pray

Forgive me

I know I'm not perfect

But heaven knows I know someone who was

And sometimes when everything is working

I look up and thank Him just because

Sometimes I forget and that's OK

I still remember how to pray

Yeah, there's a lot of faces and places

That my memory can't recall

Some disappear in phases and stages

And some don't disappear at all

Forgive me

I know I'm not perfect

But heaven knows I know someone who was

And sometimes when everything is working

I look up and thank Him just because

Sometimes I forget and that's OK

Yeah, every now and then I lose my way

But I still remember how to pray

Well, now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

And if I die before I wake

I pray the Lord my soul to take me

I still remember how to pray

How to pray