| Birmingham!
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| There’s Sam!
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| If you ever get down to Birmingham
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| Stop off and see my friend Fat Sam
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| He’s a little butter-ball who aims to please
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| With him, every night is like New Year’s Eve
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| You’ll find him on the corner, front of Shorter’s bar
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| With a box-back coat and a big cigar
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| He’s always wearing a big wide-brim
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| Just tell him I sent you and, man, you' in
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| Fat Sam from Birmingham, always on the ball
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| Fat Sam from Birmingham, as wide as he is tall
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| If you’re on the loose and you wanna play
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| Sam’s the man to show you the way
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| 'Cause all the chicks fall for his groovy line
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| And he’s ready for a party any old time
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| If you get a little hungry, and you wanna eat
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| Tell Sam all about it and he’ll give you a treat
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| Neck-bones and beans, and catfish too
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| And what could be better than a good beef stew?
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| Fat Sam from Birmingham, always on the ball
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| Fat Sam from Birmingham, as wide as he is tall
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| He’ll tell you 'bout money he’s made and spent
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| And if you’re down on your luck he’ll pay your rent
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| He’ll drink and fight, and laugh and sing
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| 'Cause the world don’t owe him a dog-gone thing
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| He plays poker, coon-can and skin
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| But listen, all you gamblin' men
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| If you’re lookin' around for a real soft touch
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| Don’t mess with Sam, 'cause he’s much too much
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| Fat Sam from Birmingham, always on the ball
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| Fat Sam from Birmingham, as wide as he is tall
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| Now, big sister Bessie used to spend her days
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| Preachin' to Sam to change his ways;
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| She followed him around with a book in her hand
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| Tryin' to make Sam a righteous man
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| The Sunday congregation was all put out
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| When big sister Bessie jumped up to shout
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| She used to think preaching was her line
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| But, Jack, since she met Sam, she changed her mind
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| Fat Sam from Birmingham, always on the ball
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| Fat Sam from Birmingham, as wide as he is tall
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| That’s Sam from 'Bam! |