The Night I Learned How Not to Pray Lyrics
| Song | The Night I Learned How Not to Pray |
| Artist | Iris DeMent |
| Album | Sing the Delta |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I was laying on my belly on the middle of the living room floor | |
| I was watching | |
| Howdy Doody so | |
| I’m guessin’ it was right around four | |
| When I saw my baby brother tumblin’ from the top of the stairs | |
| He was lying limp and silent and the blood was tricklin’ through his shiny hair | |
| When my mom saw little brother, she said “ | |
| Hon, you’d better run and get your dad. | |
| Her voice was high and she was shaking so | |
| I knew that this was bad | |
| We stood out by the mailbox watchin’ 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 | |
| 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 | |
| That was the night | |
| I learned how not to pray | |
| Cause God does what he wants to anyway | |
| I never did tell my mother and | |
| I kept it from my sisters and all my brothers | |
| But that was the night | |
| I learned how not to pray | |
| It was forty-one years later when | |
| I took my brother’s picture out of a box | |
| I 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 say | |
| But before the night was over | |
| I’d told him all about how | |
| I’d learned not to pray |
| I was laying on my belly on the middle of the living room floor | |
| I was watching | |
| Howdy Doody so | |
| I' m guessin' it was right around four | |
| When I saw my baby brother tumblin' from the top of the stairs | |
| He was lying limp and silent and the blood was tricklin' through his shiny hair | |
| When my mom saw little brother, she said " | |
| Hon, you' d better run and get your dad. | |
| Her voice was high and she was shaking so | |
| I knew that this was bad | |
| We stood out by the mailbox watchin' 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 | |
| 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 | |
| That was the night | |
| I learned how not to pray | |
| Cause God does what he wants to anyway | |
| I never did tell my mother and | |
| I kept it from my sisters and all my brothers | |
| But that was the night | |
| I learned how not to pray | |
| It was fortyone years later when | |
| I took my brother' s picture out of a box | |
| I 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 say | |
| But before the night was over | |
| I' d told him all about how | |
| I' d learned not to pray |
| I was laying on my belly on the middle of the living room floor | |
| I was watching | |
| Howdy Doody so | |
| I' m guessin' it was right around four | |
| When I saw my baby brother tumblin' from the top of the stairs | |
| He was lying limp and silent and the blood was tricklin' through his shiny hair | |
| When my mom saw little brother, she said " | |
| Hon, you' d better run and get your dad. | |
| Her voice was high and she was shaking so | |
| I knew that this was bad | |
| We stood out by the mailbox watchin' 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 | |
| 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 | |
| That was the night | |
| I learned how not to pray | |
| Cause God does what he wants to anyway | |
| I never did tell my mother and | |
| I kept it from my sisters and all my brothers | |
| But that was the night | |
| I learned how not to pray | |
| It was fortyone years later when | |
| I took my brother' s picture out of a box | |
| I 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 say | |
| But before the night was over | |
| I' d told him all about how | |
| I' d learned not to pray |
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)