Lyrics:

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 leg got torn How lucky can a poor boy be Soh! Yerr! Someway whatever you name Its all right by me Well I'd cut my corn How lucky can a poor boy be