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 hed 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, its all right by me
Well Id stake my claim but my mule got lame
How lucky can a poor boy be.
Dont you know that some bum stole my finger pet ?
Dont ask me how he gets in this fix
But Id sure like to play some licksy game
Cause I earn my pay and park it all on me
Theres my brown dog barking, theres my landlord humming.
Oh yeah, someway, whatever you name, its all right by me
Well Id cut my corn but my leg got torn
How lucky can a poor boy be.
Well someway, whatever you name, its all right by me
Well Id cut my corn
How lucky can a poor boy be, yes .