Alabama, stop off and see my friend
He's a little butterball who aims to please,
with him every night's like
You'll find him on the corner from the shortest bar,
with a box -back coat and a big cigar.
He's always wearin' a big white grin
Just tell him I sent you a manual in
Birmingham, always on the ball
Birmingham, as white as he is tall
Sam's the man to show you the way
He's all a chick's father,
he's groovy line and he's ready for a party any old time
If you get a little hungry an
Sam all about it and he'll give you a treat
Neck bones and beans and catfish, too
Birmingham, always on the ball
Birmingham, as wide as he is tall
He'll tell you about money
Cause the world don't owe
He plays poker, coon, can and skin
But listen all you gambling men
If you're looking around for
Sam cause he's much too much
Birmingham, always on the ball
Birmingham, as white as he is tall
Bessie used to spend her days
She followed him round with
Sunday congregation was all put out
Bessie jumped up to shout
She used to think preachin' was her line
Sam, she changed her mind
Birmingham, always on the ball