The old mechanic man's waiting for an 85 Chevy to break down
Turn that engine light off so he can keep the ones at home
The bartender needs to pour a drink for a lonely soul by an empty seat
His guitar needs my wandering heart to sing his song
Like headaches need hangovers and gypsies need a rope
Cussing needs a tongue to talk and these cigarettes need smoke
To keep this world spinning, sinners in them seats
Yeah, preachers need people
Like me
There wouldn't be an extra ten in a play while the choir was singing
And that extra piece of bread, it wouldn't eat breaking
If I would've just walked away from a whiskey shot in a desperate place
I wouldn't be back here hard as I can pray
Yeah, preachers need people
Like headaches need hangovers and gypsies need a rope
Cussing needs a tongue to talk and these cigarettes need smoke
To keep this world spinning, sinners in them seats
Yeah, preachers need people
Like me
Oh, like me
Oh, like me
If there wasn't any wrong to right, then why would we believe?
So preachers need people
Like headaches need hangovers and gypsies need a rope
Cussing needs a tongue to talk and these cigarettes need smoke
To keep this world spinning, sinners in them seats
Oh, preachers need people
Preachers need people
Preachers need people
Like me
Like me
Like me
Like me
you