Fat Sam From Birmingham

There's Sam

If you ever get down to Birmingham

Stop off and see my friend Fat Sam

He's a little butter-ball who aims to please

With him every night is like New Year's Eve

You'll find him on the corner

Front of Shorter's bar

With a box-back coat and a big cigar

He's always wearing a big wide-brim

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 you're on the loose and you wanna play

Sam's the man to show you the way

'Cause all the chicks fall for his groovy line

And he's ready for a party any old time

If you get a little hungry and you wanna eat

Tell Sam all about it and he'll give you a treat

Neck-bones 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

He'll tell you 'bout money he's made and spent

And if you're down on your luck

He'll pay your rent

He'll drink and fight and laugh and sing

'Cause the world don't owe him a dog-gone thing

He plays poker coon-can and skin

But listen all you gamblin' men

If you're lookin' around for a real soft touch

Don't mess with Sam 'cause he's 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

That's Sam from 'Bam