"Wild Ones Like Me" lyrics

My granddad, he had a heart of gold
And a love for the bottle, so I've been told
Like a rock, grandma stood by his side
She told me all about Jesus on the day he died
He came for the poor and the sick
And the well off and healthy hypocrites

Calling all renegades and ramblers
Outlaws, cheats and gamblers
Harlots, hippies and freaks
Junkies on the back streets
All politicians and preachers
High rolling holy roller teachers
Pointing fingers of course
Riding on your high horse
Salvation for all who believe
Even for the no good
Always misunderstood
For all of you wild ones like me

My friend was smiling on the outside
And we never knew until the day he died
So don't put hearts up on a shelf
And while you're praying for them, you'd better pray for yourself
And all the front row accusers, and back row abusers
And all of those there in between

Calling all renegades and ramblers
Outlaws, cheats and gamblers
Harlots, hippies and freaks
Junkies on the back streets
All politicians and preachers
High rolling holy roller teachers
Pointing fingers of course
Riding on your high horse
Salvation for all who believe
Even for the no good
Often misunderstood
For all of you wild ones like me

It's not the picture that I often paint
I'm way more sinner than I am a saint
I'm way less Jesus and more Johnny Cash
But if he turned water to wine
Then I'm sure he can find
Some treasure amongst all my trash

He's calling all renegades and ramblers
Outlaws, cheats and gamblers
Harlots, hippies and freaks
Junkies on the back streets
All politicians and preachers
High rolling holy roller teachers
Pointing fingers of course
Riding on your high horse
Salvation for all who believe
Even for the no good
Often misunderstood
For all of you wild ones like me
He came for all of you wild ones like me