Old mechanic man's waitin' for an '85 Chevy to break down
Turn that engine light off, so he can keep the ones at home, home
Bartender needs to pour a drink for a lonely soul by an empty seat
This guitar needs my wanderin' heart to sing his song
Like headaches need hangovers and gypsies need a road
Cussin' needs a tongue to talk and these cigarettes need smoke
To keep this world spinnin' and sinners in them seats
Yeah, preachers need people like me
It wouldn't be an extra ten in the plate while the choir was singin'
And that extra piece of bread, it wouldn't need breakin'
If I would've just walked away from
A whiskey shot and a desperate place
I wouldn't be back here hard as I can, prayin'
Like headaches need hangovers and gypsies need a road
Cussin' needs a tongue to talk and these cigarettes need smoke
To keep this world spinnin' and sinners in them seats
Yeah, preachers need people like me
Oh, like me
If there wasn't any wrong or right, then why would we believe?
So preachers need people
Like headaches need hangovers and gypsies need a road
Cussin' needs a tongue to talk and these cigarettes need smoke
To keep this world spinnin' and sinners in them seats
Oh, preachers need people, preachers need people
Preachers need people like me
Mm, like me
Like me