WHO SHOT SAM
George Jones
1997, PolyGram Records
Intro: A A A A
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Well, I met Sammy Samson down in New Orleans
He had a lot of money and a big limousine
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He took us honky-tonkin' on a Saturday night
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We met Silly Milly, everything was all right
E D
Her eyes started rollin', we shoulda went a-bowlin'
Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my
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Well, Sam and Silly Milly, about a quarter to four
Was rompin' and a-stompin' on the hardwood floor
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A long came Flirty Mirty bargin' in on the fun
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Silly Milly got jealous and she pulled out a gun
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Tables started crashin', forty-four's a-flashin'
Wham-bam, who shot Sam,
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Well, the police, fire chief, highway patrol
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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 fourty-four
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Milly was a-cryin', Sam was surely dyin'
Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my
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Well, they took Silly Milly to the jail down town
Booked Silly Milly for a-shootin' old Sam
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The judge he gave her twenty, Milly said that's a lot
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You shouldn't give me nothing, he was already half shot
E D
A drinkin' white lightnin' started all the fightin'
Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my
D
Well, the police, fire chief, highway patrol
A
Knockin' down the front door with a big long pole
D
Sammy was a lyin' on the cold-cold floor
A
Shot through the middle with a fourty-four
E D
Milly was a-cryin', Sam was surely dyin'
Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my
fade out...
