Well Shakey Jack is 103
Still strong as Hickory
Swigs of mountain dew was his release
I know his only fear was country water cold and clear
Throughout the day he'd booze and keep the peace
He knows the quickest way to sixty
Is a proud fierce woman and a jar of whiskey
Sour grain however you can
It's all right my man
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 pig 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 barkin'
Is my landlord comin'?
Oh yeah! Sour grain whatever your name
It's all right my man
Well I'd cut my corn
But my leg got torn
How lucky can a poor boy be
Oh yeah! Sour grain whatever your name
It's all right my man
Well I'd cut my corn but my leg got torn
How lucky can a poor boy be