Praying Right

My friend called me Sunday and asked me if I wanted to go Part of me wanted to and part of me didn't know Can I wear my boots and jeans? Will everybody stare at me? Like they know how long it's been I've got questions 'Cause I've been treating my soul like an old run down shack All my demons living rent free on my back So, when I walk in with all my sins I know I won't blend in, but can you forgive me? I've got questions Can I sing Amazing Grace with last nights whiskey on my breath? Do I deserve your love with the little bit of faith I've got left? Am I saying the right things? Am I getting through? Is it too late to turn to you I'm trying, Lord I'm trying to find the light Tell me am I praying right? I can't quote the verse, but I heard there's one that says That all have fallen short, so maybe I still have a chance And it's heavy on me the shame I feel For not giving thanks for my blessings Am I worthy of an answer I've got questions Can I sing amazing grace with last nights whiskey on my breath? Do I deserve your love with the little bit of faith I've got left? Am I saying the right things? Am I getting through? Is it too late to turn to you I'm trying, Lord I'm trying to find the light Tell me am I praying right? Do I have to hit my knees and raise my hands in church on Sunday? Or do you still hear what's in my heart when I pray in my own way? Can I sing amazing grace with last nights whiskey on my breath? Do I deserve your love with the little bit of faith I've got left? Am I saying the right things? Am I getting through? Is it too late now to turn to you I'm trying, Lord I'm trying to find the light Tell me am I praying right? Tell me am I praying right?