Sour Grain Lyrics - Humble Pie

Well Shakey Jack 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 he'd 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 

It's all right by me 

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 barking 

There's my landlord humming 

Soh! Yerr! Someway whatever you name 

Its all right by me 

Well I'd cut my corn 

But my blade got torn 

How lucky can a poor boy be 

Soh! Yer! Someway whatever you name 

It's all right by me 

Well I'd cut my corn 

How lucky can a poor boy be