Get Me Right (acoustic) Lyrics

I make my slow way home
Limpin' on broken bones
Out of the sickest heart
Onto 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
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 get me right
Right
Right
Right
Right
Oh Jesus, I've fallen
I don't mind the rain if
I meet my maker
I meet my maker,
Clean.
But Jesus, the truth is
I struggle so hard to believe
I need my maker
I need my maker
To cure me of my doubting blood
And drain me up the sins I love
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 beside of me
In whispers, it convinces me I'm
Right