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