Every Man Needs A Chew The Dead South

[Chorus:]
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

[Verse 2:]
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

[Chorus:] (2x)
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