Sometimes all a man needs is tobacco and a room where he can swear
About all the ways of 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 old whiny nothing out the windshield
Might turn it all around

And he ain't trying to be no outlaw it's the way that he was made
Just a good dose of testosterone up in his DNA
And he's 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 sway

Sometimes all the man needs is the Bible and a preacher by his side
Who won't judge him for evil things he's done 'bout 2000 times
Sometimes all a man needs is a man that ain't gonna blow smoke up his ass
And he'll let him know that woman that he's got is the best he'll ever have

And he ain't trying to be no outlaw it's the way that he was made
Just a good dose of testosterone up in his DNA
And he's 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 sway

And he might go off the deep, hell I say just let him go
Make a campfire in the woods ride his Harley down the road
Then we all 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 to be no outlaw it's the way that I was made
Just a good dose of testosterone up in my DNA
And I'm a soldier in a battle, I'm a ball game in a chair
Sometimes all a man needs is tobacco and a room where he can swear

And a room where I can swear
A room where I can swear
Room where I can swear