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Who Shot Sam
Well, I met Sammy Samson down in New Orleans
He had a lot of money and a big limousine
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
Along came Flirty Mirty bargin' in on the fun
Silly Milly got jealous and she pulled out a gun
Tables started crashin', forty-four's a flashin'
Wham bam, who shot Sam, my my
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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
Shot through the middle with a forty-four
Milly was a cryin', Sam was surely dyin'
Wham bam, who shot Sam, my-my
Well, they took Silly Milly to the jail down town
Booked Silly Milly for a shootin' 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 drinkin' white lightnin' started all the fightin'
Wham bam, who shot Sam, my-my
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