(Darrell Edwards - Ray Jackson - George Jones)
Well, I met Sammy Samson down in New Orleans
He had a lot of money and a big limousine
GEORGE JONES (MERCURY, 1959)
He took us honky-tonkin' on a Saturday night
We met Silly Milly, everything was all right
Her 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 four
Was rompin' and a-stompin' on the hardwood floor
Silly Milly got jealous and she pulled out a gun
Along came Flirty Mirty bargin' in on the fun
Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my.
Tables started crashin', fourty-four's a-flashin'
Well, the police, fire chief, highway patrol
Shot through the middle with a fourty-four
Knockin' down the front door with a big long pole
Milly was a-cryin', Sam was surely dyin'
Sammy was a lyin' on the cold-cold floor
Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my.
Well, they took Silly Milly to the jail down town
The judge he gave her twenty, Milly said that's a lot
Booked Silly Milly for a-shootin' old Sam
You shouldn't give me nothing, he was already half shot
Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my.
A-drinkin' white lightnin' started all the fightin'
Well, the police, fire chief, highway patrol
Knockin' down the front door with a big long pole
Sammy was a lyin' on the cold-cold floor
Milly was a-cryin', Sam was surely dyin'
Shot through the middle with a fourty-four
Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my...

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