Who Shot Sam

(albüm: The Fabulous Country Music Sound Of George Jones - 1962)

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.

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...