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