Now my daddy was a hard shelled Alabama preacher

My mama was a dedicated a 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 joke joints most of your time

Making music like some wild man done lost his mind



Going uh hook it now what's that s'posed to mean boy

And sock it to me you're just a wild man boy



Well one day my 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 with my guitar and organized me a band

Called myself the Alabama Wild Man

Well I worked in every joint from New York City to Gulf

Singing songs for pennies never making enough

Many nights I lived on coffee and cold sardines sody crackers and pork and beans

But friends I finally went to Music City USA

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

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

So we made a little record and we put it out



With me going uh hook it hook it boy hook it again

Sock it to that guitar



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 those shows

And people love me everywhere I go

But friends a funny thing happened bout a week or so back

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

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

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



Sayin' sock it to your daddy's wild man

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

Yeah that's my boy up there alright taught him everything he knows

Bought him his guitar hook it son sock it to me