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 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

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

Backseat sleepin', beat-up cars

Livin' fast and runnin' 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 workin'

I look up and thank Him just because

Sometimes, I forget and that's okay

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 workin'

I look up and thank Him just because

Sometimes, I forget and that's okay

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

Pray the Lord my soul to take

I still remember how to pray

How to pray