Alabama Wild Man Chords by Jerry Reed
Tempo:
81.15 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
A
C
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] [A]
[D] [G] Well, my daddy was a hard-shelled Alabama preacher.
My mama was a dedicated Sunday school teacher.
[C] My brother went to college, [G] got a Ph.D.
[A] That said the only dirt in the [D] family was me.
[G] He said, boy, you ain't never gonna mount a thing.
You sit around with that silly-looking guitar and sing.
[C] You hang around them [G] juke joints most of your time,
[A] making music like some [D] wild man done lost his mind,
[G] going, hoo, hook it.
Now, what's that supposed to mean?
That's sock it to me.
Hmm.
You're just a wild man, boy.
[Gm] [G] [A]
[D] [G]
Well, one day, daddy told me, boy, I've had enough.
You pack up that guitar, you just pack up your stuff.
[C] So I left with my guitar and [G] organized me a band.
[A] Called myself the Alabama [D] Wild Man.
[G] Well, I worked in every joint from New York to the Gulf,
singing songs for pennies, never making enough.
[C] Many nights I lived on [G] coffee and cold sardines,
[A] soda crackers and [D] pork and beans.
But [G] friends, I finally went to Music City, USA.
Said, I'm the Alabama Wild Man, folks.
I'm gonna [C] stay, put my guitar on show, [G] what I was talking about.
[A] So we made a little record, [D] and we put it out.
With [G] me going, hmm, hook it, boy, hook it.
Hmm.
Hook it again.
Hmm.
Sock it to that guitar.
[C]
[G] [D] [G]
Well, now I'm driving Cadillacs, they say, city block long,
and the Alabama Wild Man can do no wrong.
[C] Because I'm selling them records, [G] and I'm working them [A] shows,
and people love me everywhere [D] I go.
But [G] friends, a funny thing happened about a week or so back.
I worked a show in my hometown, and the place was packed.
[C] And guess who was set [G] out on the front row [A] seat?
Well, my daddy, [D] grinning up at me, had his [G] feet yelling,
I'm your daddy, boy.
Hook it, boy, hook it.
That guitar, son, [Gm] show him.
[G] Yeah, that's my boy, all right.
Caught him at the thing he know.
Caught him at first guitar.
Keep them chicks coming in, boy.
We gonna pave the drive next week.
Yeah.
[D] [G] Well, my daddy was a hard-shelled Alabama preacher.
My mama was a dedicated Sunday school teacher.
[C] My brother went to college, [G] got a Ph.D.
[A] That said the only dirt in the [D] family was me.
[G] He said, boy, you ain't never gonna mount a thing.
You sit around with that silly-looking guitar and sing.
[C] You hang around them [G] juke joints most of your time,
[A] making music like some [D] wild man done lost his mind,
[G] going, hoo, hook it.
Now, what's that supposed to mean?
That's sock it to me.
Hmm.
You're just a wild man, boy.
[Gm] [G] [A]
[D] [G]
Well, one day, daddy told me, boy, I've had enough.
You pack up that guitar, you just pack up your stuff.
[C] So I left with my guitar and [G] organized me a band.
[A] Called myself the Alabama [D] Wild Man.
[G] Well, I worked in every joint from New York to the Gulf,
singing songs for pennies, never making enough.
[C] Many nights I lived on [G] coffee and cold sardines,
[A] soda crackers and [D] pork and beans.
But [G] friends, I finally went to Music City, USA.
Said, I'm the Alabama Wild Man, folks.
I'm gonna [C] stay, put my guitar on show, [G] what I was talking about.
[A] So we made a little record, [D] and we put it out.
With [G] me going, hmm, hook it, boy, hook it.
Hmm.
Hook it again.
Hmm.
Sock it to that guitar.
[C]
[G] [D] [G]
Well, now I'm driving Cadillacs, they say, city block long,
and the Alabama Wild Man can do no wrong.
[C] Because I'm selling them records, [G] and I'm working them [A] shows,
and people love me everywhere [D] I go.
But [G] friends, a funny thing happened about a week or so back.
I worked a show in my hometown, and the place was packed.
[C] And guess who was set [G] out on the front row [A] seat?
Well, my daddy, [D] grinning up at me, had his [G] feet yelling,
I'm your daddy, boy.
Hook it, boy, hook it.
That guitar, son, [Gm] show him.
[G] Yeah, that's my boy, all right.
Caught him at the thing he know.
Caught him at first guitar.
Keep them chicks coming in, boy.
We gonna pave the drive next week.
Yeah.
Key:
G
D
A
C
Gm
G
D
A
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ Well, my daddy was a hard-shelled Alabama preacher.
My mama was a dedicated Sunday school teacher.
[C] My brother went to college, [G] got a Ph.D.
[A] That said the only dirt in the [D] family was me.
[G] He said, boy, you ain't never gonna mount a thing.
You sit around with that silly-looking guitar and sing.
[C] You hang around them [G] juke joints most of your time,
[A] making music like some [D] wild man done lost his mind,
[G] going, hoo, hook it.
Now, what's that supposed to mean?
That's sock it to me.
Hmm.
You're just a wild man, boy.
[Gm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ [A] _
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _
Well, one day, daddy told me, boy, I've had enough.
You pack up that guitar, you just pack up your stuff.
[C] So I left with my guitar and [G] organized me a band.
[A] Called myself the Alabama [D] Wild Man.
[G] Well, I worked in every joint from New York to the Gulf,
singing songs for pennies, never making enough.
[C] Many nights I lived on [G] coffee and cold sardines,
[A] soda crackers and [D] pork and beans.
But [G] friends, I finally went to Music City, USA.
Said, I'm the Alabama Wild Man, folks.
I'm gonna [C] stay, put my guitar on show, [G] what I was talking about.
[A] So we made a little record, [D] and we put it out.
With [G] me going, hmm, hook it, boy, hook it.
Hmm.
Hook it again.
Hmm.
Sock it to that guitar.
_ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
_ Well, now I'm driving Cadillacs, they say, city block long,
and the Alabama Wild Man can do no wrong.
[C] Because I'm selling them records, [G] and I'm working them [A] shows,
and people love me everywhere [D] I go.
But [G] friends, a funny thing happened about a week or so back.
I worked a show in my hometown, and the place was packed.
[C] And guess who was set [G] out on the front row [A] seat?
Well, my daddy, [D] grinning up at me, had his [G] feet yelling,
I'm your daddy, boy. _ _
Hook it, boy, hook it.
_ That guitar, son, [Gm] show him. _
_ _ [G] Yeah, that's my boy, all right.
Caught him at the thing he know.
Caught him at first guitar.
Keep them chicks coming in, boy.
We gonna pave the drive next week.
Yeah. _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ Well, my daddy was a hard-shelled Alabama preacher.
My mama was a dedicated Sunday school teacher.
[C] My brother went to college, [G] got a Ph.D.
[A] That said the only dirt in the [D] family was me.
[G] He said, boy, you ain't never gonna mount a thing.
You sit around with that silly-looking guitar and sing.
[C] You hang around them [G] juke joints most of your time,
[A] making music like some [D] wild man done lost his mind,
[G] going, hoo, hook it.
Now, what's that supposed to mean?
That's sock it to me.
Hmm.
You're just a wild man, boy.
[Gm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ [A] _
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _
Well, one day, daddy told me, boy, I've had enough.
You pack up that guitar, you just pack up your stuff.
[C] So I left with my guitar and [G] organized me a band.
[A] Called myself the Alabama [D] Wild Man.
[G] Well, I worked in every joint from New York to the Gulf,
singing songs for pennies, never making enough.
[C] Many nights I lived on [G] coffee and cold sardines,
[A] soda crackers and [D] pork and beans.
But [G] friends, I finally went to Music City, USA.
Said, I'm the Alabama Wild Man, folks.
I'm gonna [C] stay, put my guitar on show, [G] what I was talking about.
[A] So we made a little record, [D] and we put it out.
With [G] me going, hmm, hook it, boy, hook it.
Hmm.
Hook it again.
Hmm.
Sock it to that guitar.
_ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
_ Well, now I'm driving Cadillacs, they say, city block long,
and the Alabama Wild Man can do no wrong.
[C] Because I'm selling them records, [G] and I'm working them [A] shows,
and people love me everywhere [D] I go.
But [G] friends, a funny thing happened about a week or so back.
I worked a show in my hometown, and the place was packed.
[C] And guess who was set [G] out on the front row [A] seat?
Well, my daddy, [D] grinning up at me, had his [G] feet yelling,
I'm your daddy, boy. _ _
Hook it, boy, hook it.
_ That guitar, son, [Gm] show him. _
_ _ [G] Yeah, that's my boy, all right.
Caught him at the thing he know.
Caught him at first guitar.
Keep them chicks coming in, boy.
We gonna pave the drive next week.
Yeah. _ _ _ _ _