Birmingham! Theres Sam! If you ever get down to Birmingham Stop off and see my friend Fat Sam Hes a little butterball who aims to please With him, every night is like New Years Eve Youll find him on the corner, front of Shorters bar With a boxback coat and a big cigar Hes always wearing a big widebrim Just tell him I sent you and, man, you in Fat Sam from Birmingham, always on the ball Fat Sam from Birmingham, as wide as he is tall If youre on the loose and you wanna play Sams the man to show you the way Cause all the chicks fall for his groovy line And hes ready for a party any old time If you get a little hungry, and you wanna eat Tell Sam all about it and hell give you a treat Neckbones and beans, and catfish too And what could be better than a good beef stew? Fat Sam from Birmingham, always on the ball Fat Sam from Birmingham, as wide as he is tall Hell tell you bout money hes made and spent And if youre down on your luck hell pay your rent Hell drink and fight, and laugh and sing Cause the world dont owe him a doggone thing He plays poker, cooncan and skin But listen, all you gamblin men If youre lookin around for a real soft touch Dont mess with Sam, cause hes much too much Fat Sam from Birmingham, always on the ball Fat Sam from Birmingham, as wide as he is tall Now, big sister Bessie used to spend her days Preachin to Sam to change his ways She followed him around with a book in her hand Tryin to make Sam a righteous man The Sunday congregation was all put out When big sister Bessie jumped up to shout She used to think preaching was her line But, Jack, since she met Sam, she changed her mind Fat Sam from Birmingham, always on the ball Fat Sam from Birmingham, as wide as he is tall Thats Sam from Bam!
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