Sour Grain Lyrics

Well Shakey Jack is a hundread and three

Still strong as hickory

Swigs of mountain dew

Was his release

I know his a only fear

Was country vulgar cold and clear

About the day he'd booze

And keep the peace

He knows the big 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
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Don'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 humming

Someway 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 be

Someway ah yeah

It's all right by me

Well I'd cut my corn

But how lucky can a poor boy be yes