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The Night I Learned How Not To Pray

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[Intro]
      
    
[Verse 1]
I was laying on my belly in the middle of the living room floor
I was watching Howdy Doody so I'm guessing it was right around four   
When I saw my baby brother tumbling from the top of the stairs    
He was lying limp and silent and the blood was trickling through his shiny hair
[Verse 2]
When my mom saw my little brother she said you better run and get your dad
And her voice was high and she was shaking so I knew this was bad   
Well we stood out by the mailbox watching her and dad and brother drive away   
And I didn't waste no time I got down on my knees right there and I began to pray
[Verse 3]
Well I prayed into the evening never even took the time to have a bite
I was sure if I prayed hard enough that God would make it right
We were at the kitchen table long past bedtime when we finally got that call  
And I knew that it was over when my sister slammed that phone against the wall   
[Chorus]
That night I learned how not to pray
God does what he wants to any way   
  And I never did tell my mother
I kept it from my sisters and all my brothers
  That was the night I learned how not to pray   
[Instrumental]
      
       
         
      
[Verse 4]
It was 41 years later when I took my brothers picture out of that box
Hung it on the wall sat across from him and I began to talk  
When the evening started I didn't know what I was going to say   
But before the night was over I told them all about how I learned not to pray   
[Chorus]
That night I learned how not to pray
God does what God wants to   don't he any way
  And I never did tell my mother
I kept it from my sisters and all my brothers
  That was the night I learned how not to pray   
  That was the night I learned how not to pray  Whoa oh
  That was the night I learned how not to pray

The Night I Learned How Not To Pray

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