Lyrics:

Well Shakey Jack is 103Still strong as HickorySwigs of mountain dew was his releaseI know his only fear was country vulgar cold and clearThroughout the day he'd booze and keep the peaceHe knows the best way to successIs a proud fierce woman and a jar of whiskeySomeway however you canIt's all right by meWell I'd stake my claim but my mule got lameHow lucky can a poor boy beDon't you know that some bumStole my pig petDon't ask me how he gets in this fixBut I'd sure like to play some licksy game'Cause I earn my pay and park it all on meThere's my brown dog barkingThere's my landlord hummingSoh! Yerr! Someway whatever you nameIts all right by meWell I'd cut my cornBut my leg got tornHow lucky can a poor boy beSoh! Yerr! Someway whatever you nameIts all right by meWell I'd cut my cornHow lucky can a poor boy be