Fat Sam from Birmingham

歌詞

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