Alabama Wild Man

Well my daddy was a hard shelled Alabama preacher

My mama was a dedicated Sunday School teacher

My brother went a college and got a PhD

Daddy said the only dud in the family was me

He said boy you ain't never gonna amount to a thing

All you do is sit around with that silly looking guitar and sing

You hang around them juke joints most of your time

Making music like some wild man done lost his mind

Going sock it to me well what's that s'posed to mean

Boy you're just a wild man

Well that one day daddy told me boy I've had enough

Now you can pack up that guitar and you can just pack up your stuff

So I left home and organized myself a band

Called myself the Alabama Wild Man

Well I worked in every joint from east to the west

Never making no money nearly starved to death

A living on coffee and cold sardines

Sody crackers and pork and beans

But I finally went to Music City USA

Said I'm the Alabama Wild Man I'm here to stay

Took my guitar and showed 'em what I's talking about

So we made a little record and we put it out

With me going sock it to me honey uh huh hook it boy

Play that guitar git it git it

Well now I'm driving Cadillacs a city block long

And the Alabama Wild Man can do no wrong

Cause I'm selling them records I'm working them shows

And people love me everywhere I go

But a funny thing happened bout a week or so back

I worked a show in my hometown and the place was packed

I guess who was sittin' out on a front row seat

Was my daddy grinnin' up at me and pattin' his feet

Yellin' sock it to your daddy wild man

Hook it on hook it play that guitar show 'em son

Ha ha ha yeah that's my boy alright taught him everything he knows

Bought him his guitar sock it to me son hook it