Humble Pie - Sour Grain lyrics

Well Shakey Jake 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 finger 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

Oh yeah, someway, whatever you name
It's all right by me
Well I'd cut my corn but my leg got torn
How lucky can a poor boy be

Well someway, whatever you name
It's all right by me well I'd cut my corn
How lucky can a poor boy be, yes