"PREACHERS NEED PEOPLE" lyrics

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 on
Bartender needs to pour a drink
For a lonely soul by an empty seat
This guitar needs my wanderin' heart to sing this 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 woulda just walked away
From a whiskey shot in 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 to 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