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Sometimes all a man needs is tobacco And a room where he can swear About all the ways of the world And politics blowing smoke up in the air Sometimes all he needs is an hour in his truck With the radio turned down And a big ole winding nothing out the windshield Might turn it all around And he ain’t trying to be no outlaw its the way he was made Just a good dose of testosterone up in his DNA And he’s a soldier in a battle he’s a ball game in a chair Sometimes all a man needs is tobacco And a room where he can swear Sometimes all a man needs is a bible And a preacher by his side Who won’t judge him for the evil things he’s done about 2,000 times Sometimes all a man needs is a friend That ain’t gonna blow smoke up his ass And he'll let him know that he’s got is the best he'll ever have And he ain’t trying to be no outlaw its the way he was made Just a good dose of testosterone up in his DNA And he’s a soldier in a battle he’s a ball game in a chair Sometimes all a man needs is tobacco Letras de cancionesAnd a room where he can swear And he might go off the deep end hell I’ll say let him go Make a camp fire in the woods Or ride a harley down the road Man we all just get so pent up We're forgetting who we are Till we lay down on our backs All night staring at the stars Girl I ain’t trying be no outlaw its the way I was made Just a good dose of testosterone up in my DNS And I’m a soldier in a battle I’m a ball game in my chair Sometimes all a man need is tobacco And a room where he can swear And room where I can swear A room where I can swear A room where I can swear From Letras Mania