George Jones - Who Shot Sam Lyrics
(Darrell Edwards - Ray Jackson - George Jones)GEORGE JONES (MERCURY, 1959)Well, I met Sammy Samson down in New OrleansHe had a lot of money and a big limousineHe took us honky-tonkin' on a Saturday nightWe met Silly Milly, everything was all rightHer 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 fourWas rompin' and a-stompin' on the hardwood floorAlong came Flirty Mirty bargin' in on the funSilly Milly got jealous and she pulled out a gunTables started crashin', fourty-four's a-flashin'Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my.Well, the police, fire chief, highway patrolKnockin' down the front door with a big long poleSammy was a lyin' on the cold-cold floorShot through the middle with a fourty-fourMilly was a-cryin', Sam was surely dyin'Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my.Well, they took Silly Milly to the jail down townBooked Silly Milly for a-shootin' old SamThe judge he gave her twenty, Milly said that's a lotYou shouldn't give me nothing, he was already half shotA-drinkin' white lightnin' started all the fightin'Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my.Well, the police, fire chief, highway patrolKnockin' down the front door with a big long poleSammy was a lyin' on the cold-cold floorShot through the middle with a fourty-fourMilly was a-cryin', Sam was surely dyin'Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my...
