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
