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      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