Key: G major•
Verse 1
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C
A
Now my
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daddy was a
hard -shelled Alabama preacher
My mama was a dedicated
Sunday school teacher
you ain't never gonna mount to a thing
All you do is sit around
with that silly -lookin' guitar and sing
Now what's that supposed to mean,
boy?
And sock it to me
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D
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You just a wild man, boy
Well, one day my daddy told me,
boy, I've had enough
Now you pack up that guitar,
or you just pack up your stuff
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Called myself the Alabama Wildman
from New York to the Gulf
Singin' songs and pennies,
never makin' enough
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Soda crackers and pork and beans
to Music City, USA
Said, I'm the Alabama Wildman,
folks, and I'm here to stay
Hook it again,
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sock it to that guitar
Now I'm drivin' me a Cadillac,
a city block lawn
And an Alabama wild man
can't do no wrong
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And people love me everywhere I go
a funny thing happened about a week or so back
I played a show in my hometown
and the place was packed
Hook it, hook it
Play a guitar, son!
Show them!
Yeah, that's my boy alright
Taught him everything he knows
Bought him his first guitar
Okay, son
Get them checks comin' in
We're gonna pay for the drive next week
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsG C A D
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