Alabama Sam - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
ALABAMA SAM. 
I come from Alabama, my name is Sam-u-el, The white folks call me Sam, and that suits me quite as well. 'Most everything I spy, though I look so jolly green, To take me in, 'tis all my eye, for you'll find me all serene. 
Chorus. Oh! such a genius you never yet did see. North, East, South or West, there's none comes up to me. I'm a modern nonpareil, the white folks say I am; The pride of all creation is Alabama Sam. 
I come up to New York City my fortune for to make: By golly, it nearly broke their hearts the fair ones to forsake. Amongst them all I was first chop, a regular darkey swell, A taxation nigger I was called by every jailer belle.- Chorus.