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"