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 the 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 a** 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 sway And a room where I can sway A room where I can sway Room where I can sway