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Lyricist: The Dead South
Lyrics:
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
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