Get Me Right

I made my slow way home Limpin' on broken bones Out of the thickest part Across the county lines Onto your wooden stairs I know you can't repair I know you've seen the light I know you'll get me right Right, right, right I own a sinner's heart I know the rain falls hard I know the currency I know the things you'll need I hope He hears my prayers I see you cut your hair I know the saving type I know you'll get me right Right, right, right Oh Jesus, I've fallen I don't mind the rain if I meet my maker I meet my maker Clearly, Jesus The truth is I struggle so hard to believe I need my maker, I need my maker To cure me of my darling gun And drain me of the sins I love And take from me my disbelief I know it should come easily But it remains inside of me It battles and devours me It cuddles up the side of me In whispers, it convinces me I'm Right, right, right Right, right, right Right, right, right Right, right