Sour Grain Lyrics

Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Well Shakey Jack is a hundread and three
Still strong as hickory
Swigs of mountain dew
Was his releaseI know his a only fear
Was country vulgar cold and clear
About the day he'd booze
And keep the peaceHe knows the big best way
To success
Is a proud fierce woman
And a jar of whiskeySomeway 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 beDon't you know that some bum
Stole my finger pigs?
Ask me how he gets in this fix
But I'd sure like to play some licksy game'Cause I earn my pay
Park it all on me
There's my brown dog barking
Here's my landlord hummingSomeway whatever you name
It's all right by me
Well I'd cut my corn but my got torn
How lucky can a poor boy beSomeway ah yeah
It's all right by me
Well I'd cut my corn
But how lucky can a poor boy be yes