Intro: A A A AA Well, I met Sammy Samson down in New Orleans He had a lot of money and a big limousineD He took us honky-tonkin' on a Saturday nightA We met Silly Milly, everything was all rightE D Her eyes started rollin', we shoulda went a-bowlin' Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-myAA Well, Sam and Silly Milly, about a quarter to four Was rompin' and a-stompin' on the hardwood floorD A long came Flirty Mirty bargin' in on the funA Silly Milly got jealous and she pulled out a gunE. D Tables started crashin', forty-four's a-flashin' Wham-bam, who shot Sam,D Well, the police, fire chief, highway patrolA Knockin' down the front door with a big long poleD Sammy was a lyin' on the cold-cold floorA Shot through the middle with a fourty-fourE D Milly was a-cryin', Sam was surely dyin' Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-myA Well, they took Silly Milly to the jail down town Booked Silly Milly for a-shootin' old SamD The judge he gave her twenty, Milly said that's a lotA You shouldn't give me nothing, he was already half shotE D A drinkin' white lightnin' started all the fightin' Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-myD Well, the police, fire chief, highway patrolA Knockin' down the front door with a big long poleD Sammy was a lyin' on the cold-cold floorA Shot through the middle with a fourty-fourE D Milly was a-cryin', Sam was surely dyin'
Who Shot Sam
George Jones
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