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
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
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