Who Shot Sam

(album: Wild-Child - 1965)

Well, I met Sammy Sampson down in New Orleans
He had a lot of money and a big limousine
Took us honky tonking on a Saturday night
We met Skinny Minnie, everything was alright
Her eyes started rolling, we should've went a-bowling
Wam, bam, who shot Sam, my, my

Now Sam and Skinny Minnie at a quarter to four
Were rocking and rolling on a hardwood floor
Then Dirty Gurdie barged in on the fun
Skinny Minnie got jealous and she pulled out a gun
Tables started crashing, forty four was a flashing
Wam, bam, who shot Sam, my, my

Well the police, fire chief, highway patrol
Was 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 forty four
Minnie was a-crying, Sam was surely dying
Wam, bam, who shot Sam, my, my

Well they took Skinny Minnie to a jail downtown
Booked Skinny Minnie for shooting old Sam
The judge gave her twenty, Minnie said that's a lot
She said give me nothing, he's already half shot
Drinking white lightning started all the fighting
Wam, bam, who shot Sam, my, my

Well the police, the fire chief, highway patrol
Was 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 forty four
Minnie was a-crying, Sam was surely dying
Wam, bam, who shot Sam, my, my