Well, Shaker Jack is a hundred and three Still as tough as Hickory Plainside Mountain Dew was his release I know his only fear was country water, cold and clear But the giant rules keep the peace He knows the thickest webs are sexy He's a prosperous woman in a jar of whiskey So great, however you take it, it's all right by me Well, Shaker ain't but a mule gone lame How lucky can a poor boy be? Don't you know that some bum stole my fingerprints? Must be how he gets his fix But I'd sure like to play some licks again I earned my pay by guitar harmin' There's my brown Joe, my man Here's my landlord, my man So great, however you take it, it's all right by me Well, I cut my thorn but my blade got torn How lucky can a poor boy be? So great, however you take it, it's all right by me Well, I cut my thorn but how lucky can a poor boy be? www.LRCgenerator.com