Flatfoot Sam - Bill Wyman's Rhythm Kings

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 six days to spend in fine

He thanked the 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 think its old Sam and they carried 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 a gun, shot 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

The next thing she did, she got another man

Oh, Flatfoot Sam, you’re always in a jam

Flatfoot Sam, you’re always in a jam