Every Man Needs a Chew - 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