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