Who Shot Sam - Wanda Jackson

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