Who Shot Sam Songtext
von George Jones

(Darrell Edwards - Ray Jackson - George Jones)

Well, I met Sammy Samson down in New Orleans
He had a lot of money and a big limousine
GEORGE JONES (MERCURY, 1959)
He took us honky-tonkin′ on a Saturday night
We met Silly Milly, everything was all right
Her eyes started rollin', we should a-went a-bowlin′
Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my.

Well, Sam and Silly Milly, about a quarter to four
Was rompin' and a-stompin' on the hardwood floor
Silly Milly got jealous and she pulled out a gun
Along came Flirty Mirty bargin′ in on the fun
Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my.
Tables started crashin′, fourty-four's a-flashin′


Well, the police, fire chief, highway patrol
Shot through the middle with a fourty-four
Knockin' down the front door with a big long pole
Milly was a-cryin′, Sam was surely dyin'
Sammy was a lyin′ on the cold-cold floor
Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my.
Well, they took Silly Milly to the jail down town

The judge he gave her twenty, Milly said that's a lot
Booked Silly Milly for a-shootin' old Sam
You shouldn′t give me nothing, he was already half shot

Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my.
A-drinkin′ white lightnin' started all the fightin′
Well, the police, fire chief, highway patrol
Knockin' down the front door with a big long pole
Sammy was a lyin′ on the cold-cold floor
Milly was a-cryin', Sam was surely dyin′
Shot through the middle with a fourty-four
Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my...