Well, 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 mostly all the time
Making music like some wild man done lost his mind"
Going, hook it
Well, what's that supposed to mean
Now sock it to me
You just a wild man, boy
Well, one day daddy told me "Boy, I've had enough
You pack up that guitar, you 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 at all the joints from New York to the gulf
Playing songs for pennies, never making enough
Many nights I lived on coffee and cold sardines
Soda 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 them what I was talking about
So we made a little record and we put it out
With me going, hook it
Hook it again
Sock it at that guitar
Well, now I'm driving, the Cadillac's a city block long
And the Alabama Wild Man can do no wrong
Cause I'm selling them records
And I'm working them shows
And people love me everywhere I go
But friends
A funny thing happened about a week or so back
I was a showing my hometown and the place was packed
And guess who was sitting out 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, son
Show them"
"Yeah, that's my boy, alright
Taught him everything he knows
Bought him his first guitar
Keep them checks coming in, boy
We going to pave the drive next week
Yeah, sock it to your daddy, wild man"