Said I'm the Alabama Wild Man and I'm here to stay
A living on coffee and cold sardines
"Go ahead put it to me, put it to me
Going sock it to me

Hook it boy, hook it
"Sock it your daddy, Wild Man
Sock it to me, honey
'Cause I'm selling them records
Well, now I'm driving, the Cadillac's a city block long
Daddy said the only dud in the family was me
Boy, you just a wild man
Guess who was sitting on the front row seat
But I finally went to Music City USA
My momma was a dedicated Sunday school teacher
You hang around them juke joints all the time

Well, what's that supposed to mean
Never making no money and a starving to death
Keep them checks coming in, boy

And I'm working them shows
Play that guitar, show 'em, son"
Well, then one day Daddy told me
So I left home and organized myself a band
I was a showing my hometown and the place was packed
Haha, hook it, boy

Now my daddy was hard shelled Alabama preacher

With me going
"Yeah, that's my boy, alright
Took my guitar and showed 'em what I'm talking about

He said, "Boy, you ain't never going to amount to a thing
But a funny thing happened about a week or so back
Pack up that guitar, you just pack up your stuff"
"Boy, I've had enough now you just
And people love me everywhere I go

Was my daddy grinning up at me batting at me
Soda crackers and pork n beans
My brother went to college and got a PhD
You set around with that silly looking guitar and sing
So we made a little record and we put it out
Called myself the Alabama Wild Man
The Alabama Wild Man could do no wrong
Yelling

Play that guitar
Taught him everything he knows
Ah, sock it to your daddy, son"

Bought him his first guitar
We going to pave the drive next week"
Well, I worked all them joints from the east to the west
Making music like some wild man done lost his mind"