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Who Shot Sam - Streaplers

Written by：Darrell Edwards/George Jones

Well I met sammy samson down in New Orleans

He had a lot of money and a big limousine

He took us honky tonking on a Saturday night

We met silly milly everything was all right

Her eyes started rolling we should a went a bowling

Wham bam who shot sam my my

Well sam and silly milly about a quarter to four

Was romping and a stomping on the hardwood floor

Along came flirty mirty barging in on the fun

Silly milly got jealous and she pulled out a gun

Tables started crashing fourty four's a flashing

Wham bam who shot sam my my

Well the police fire chief highway patrol

Knocking down the front door with a big long pole

Sammy was a lying on the cold cold floor

Shot through the middle with a fourty four

Milly was a crying sam was surely dying

Wham bam who shot sam my my

Well they took silly milly to the jail down town

Booked silly milly for a shooting old Sam

The judge he gave her twenty milly said that's a lot

You shouldn't give me nothing he was already half shot

A drinking white lightning started all the fighting

Wham bam who shot sam my my