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