| 歌曲 | Sour Grain |
| 歌手 | Humble Pie |
| 专辑 | Rock On |
| 作词 : Frampton, Marriott | |
| 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. |
| zuò cí : Frampton, Marriott | |
| 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 nbsp? | |
| 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. |