Alabama Wild Man

Alright, watch out Now my daddy was hard shelled Alabama preacher My momma was a dedicated Sunday school teacher My brother went to college and got a PhD Daddy said the only dud in the family was me He said, "Boy, you ain't never going to amount to a thing You set around with that silly looking guitar and sing You hang around them juke joints all the time Making music like some wild man done lost his mind" Going sock it to me Well, what's that supposed to mean Boy, you just a wild man Well, then one day Daddy told me "Boy, I've had enough now you just Pack up that guitar, you just pack up your stuff" So I left home and organized myself a band Called myself the Alabama Wild Man Well, I worked all them joints from the east to the west Never making no money and a starving to death A living on coffee and cold sardines Soda crackers and pork n beans But I finally went to Music City USA Said I'm the Alabama Wild Man and I'm here to stay Took my guitar and showed 'em what I'm talking about So we made a little record and we put it out With me going Sock it to me, honey Haha, hook it, boy Play that guitar Well, now I'm driving, the Cadillac's a city block long The Alabama Wild Man could do no wrong 'Cause I'm selling them records And I'm working them shows And people love me everywhere I go But a funny thing happened about a week or so back I was a showing my hometown and the place was packed Guess who was sitting on the front row seat Was my daddy grinning up at me batting at me Yelling "Sock it your daddy, Wild Man Hook it boy, hook it Play that guitar, show 'em, son" "Yeah, that's my boy, alright Taught him everything he knows Bought him his first guitar Ah, sock it to your daddy, son" "Go ahead put it to me, put it to me Keep them checks coming in, boy We going to pave the drive next week"