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Flat Foot Sam by Tommy Blake album cover

Flat Foot Sam

by Tommy Blake

Lyrics
Flatfoot Sam bought an automobile
He tore it down, it was a heap of junk
He didn't have a way to ride around town
The finance company put his feet on the ground
Old Flatfoot Sam, he's always in a jam

Flatfoot Sam stole a ten dollar bill
He told the judge he didn't do it free
They give him six days and a ten dollar fine
He thanked the judge for being so kind
Old Flatfoot Sam, he's always in a jam

Here comes Sam now
Old Flatfoot Sam, he got him a job
The very same night, the place got robbed
The cats got away, they couldn't be found
They blamed it on Sam and they carried him down
Old Flatfoot Sam, he's always in a jam

Well, Flatfoot Sam, he struck a little game
The dice got switched and Sam got blamed
He pulled out his gun, shot out the lights
Everybody hollered, "Now run for your life"
Old Flatfoot Sam, he's always in a jam

Well, Flatfoot Sam, he went on the spree
He married him a gal, well, six oh three
She took all his money, she got all his land
The next thing you know, she had another man
Old Flatfoot Sam, he's always in a jam