[ Rambler ] Good afternoon Mr Coors Don't wish me that that headache behind my left eye is bad enough...Sunday [ Fisherman ] Preachers man I don't need to hear no preachers this mornin' Where do those guys come off at anyway [ Rambler ] Well they ain't all bad [ Fisherman ] And they ain't no good [ Rambler ] Some people need preachers or somebody to tell 'em right from wrong you know [ Fisherman ] Not me man [ Rambler ] I don't either I guess but I sure know when I was wrong like last night Here I am sick sober and sorry again and I promise [ Fisherman ] I ain't sorry man I ain't sorry at all In fact I think I'm gonna have a little Bud there A little hair of the dog that bid me last night [ Rambler ] Hey you know I gotta...how anbout cleanin' the windshield off I gotta drive you know [ Fisherman ] Well [ Rambler ] My grandfather was a preacher a country preacher from Carolina [ Fisherman ] Yeah and I bet he made a lot of money too [ Rambler ] He didn't make any money if he got anything it was earned He did weddings funerals preached twice a week visited the sick everyday He was a boyscout master a marriage counselor [ Fisherman ] A fighter and wild horse rider and a windmill operator [ Rambler ] Hey don't get funny hey how can you criticize preachers I bet you don't know one single preacher [ Fisherman ] Come on man you know as well as I do when they talk holy holy all the time And everyone of them's got some trash in their closet There ain't no man that's all good [ Rambler ] And no man is all bad either My grandpa wasn't all talk like I said you know he served the people He didn't ask for money because he knew them poor people out there didn't have it He worked in the fields through the week to support himself side by side With the people he preached to on Sunday I guess they believed him on Sunday Because they knew they could believe in him on Monday
