Sour Grain

Well Shakey Jake is 103, still strong as Hickory

Swigs of mountain dew was his release

I know his only fear was country vulgar cold and clear

Throughout the day he'd booze and keep the peace.

He knows the best way to success

Is a proud fierce woman and a jar of whiskey

Someway, however you can, it's all right by me

Well I'd stake my claim but my mule got lame

How lucky can a poor boy be.

Don't you know that some bum stole my finger pet?

Don't ask me how he gets in this fix

But I'd sure like to play some licksy game

'Cause I earn my pay and park it all on me

There's my brown dog barking, there's my landlord humming.

Oh yeah, someway, whatever you name, it's all right by me

Well I'd cut my corn but my leg got torn

How lucky can a poor boy be.

Well someway, whatever you name, it's all right by me

Well I'd cut my corn

How lucky can a poor boy be, yes.