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Flatfoot Sam bought an automobileNo money down, it was a real good dealDidn't wanna work, just ride around townFinance come, they put his feets on the groundOh, Flatfoot Sam, you're always in a jamFlatfoot Sam stole a ten dollar billHe told the judge, he did it for a thrillHe got sixty days to spend in fineThank you judge for being so kindOh, Flatfoot Sam, you're always in a jamFlatfoot Sam, he got him a jobThe very same day the place got robbedThe cats got away, they couldn't be foundThey take it's old Sam and they tagged him downOh, Flatfoot Sam, you're always in a jamFlatfoot Sam playin' a chuck-a-luck gameThe dice got switched, Sam got the blameHe pulled out a gun, shut out the lightEverybody hollered, run for your lifeOh, Flatfoot Sam, you're always in a jamFlatfoot Sam went out on a spreeHe met with a gal weighs six stone threeShe spent all his money, sold all his landNext thing she did, she got another manOh, Flatfoot Sam, you're always in a jam From Letras Mania