Flatfoot Sam bought an automobile
No money down, it was a real good deal
Didn't wanna work, just ride around town
Finance come, they put his feets on the ground
Oh, Flatfoot Sam, you're always in a jam
Flatfoot Sam stole a ten dollar bill
He told the judge, he did it for a thrill
He got sixty days to spend in fine
Thank you judge for being so kind
Oh, Flatfoot Sam, you're always in a jam
Flatfoot Sam, he got him a job
The very same day the place got robbed
The cats got away, they couldn't be found
They take it's old Sam and they tagged him down
Oh, Flatfoot Sam, you're always in a jam

Flatfoot Sam playin' a chuck-a-luck game
The dice got switched, Sam got the blame
He pulled out a gun, shut out the light
Everybody hollered, run for your life
Oh, Flatfoot Sam, you're always in a jam
Flatfoot Sam went out on a spree
He met with a gal weighs six stone three
She spent all his money, sold all his land
Next thing she did, she got another man
Oh, Flatfoot Sam, you're always in a jam

Writer : CLARA WILLS
Copyright : Lyrics © RAGGED ISLAND MUSIC WARWICK PRODUCTION, INC.