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In our little one room country school Is where I learned to pray A church without a steeple That's where I learned to pray Every Sunday mornin' About the hour of ten The door would open to our school The preacher, he'd walk in He'd smile and say, Good mornin' 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 Is 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 We'd come from all directions Searching for the way Harmonies at school on Sunday That's where I learned to pray In our little one room country school Is 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