Every Man Needs a Chew Songtext
von The Dead South

Well I sat down on the pooper
Thinkin′ through and through
Sippin' on some whiskey, yeah with
A real fat chew
Well them winds they are a blowing
Wild, while I take this poo
And every man needs a chew

Driving down them prairie lands
Flat as can be
Why did my pappy leave me solo
Well that don′t matter no more
Cause every man needs a chew


Well I sat down on the pooper
Thinkin' through and through
Sippin' on some whiskey, yeah with
A real fat chew
Well them winds they are blowing
Wild, while I take this poo
And every man needs a chew
Well I sat down on the pooper
Thinkin′ through and through
Sippin′ on some whiskey, yeah with
A real fat chew
Well them winds they are blowing
Wild, while I take this poo
And every man needs a chew