Who Shot Sam

Well, I met Sammy Sampson down in New Orleans He had a lot of money and a long limousine Took us honky tonkin on a Saturday night We met Silly Millie, everything was alright Her eyes started rolling, we should've went a-bowlin Wam, bam, who shot Sam, my, my Now Sam and Silly Millie at a half past four Were rockin and rollin on a hardwood floor Then Dirty Gurdie barged in on the fun Silly Millie got jealous and she pulled out a gun Tables started crashing - 44 was a flashing Wam, bam, who shot Sam, my, my Well the police, the fire chief, highway patrol Was knockin down the front door with a big, long pole Sammy was a-lyin on the cold, cold floor Shot through the middle with a 44 Millie was a-cryin, Sam was surely dying Wam, bam, who shot Sam, my, my Now they took Silly Millie to jail downtown They were gonna book her for shootin old Sam The judge gave her 20, Millie said that's a lot You shouldn't give me nothin, he's already half shot Drinkin white lightning started all the fightin Wam, bam, who shot Sam, my, my [Repeat last 2 verses] --- Who Shot Sam - Wanda Jackson