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
