Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Well, I met Sammy Sampson down in New Orleans
He had a lot of money and a long limousine
Took us honky tonking on a Saturday night
We met Silly Millie, everything was alright
Her eyes started rolling, we should've went a-bowlin
Wam bam, who shot Sam, my my
Now Sam and Silly Millie about a half-past four
Were rockin' and rollin' on a hardwood floor
Then Flirty Gertie barged in on the fun
Silly Millie got jealous and she pulled out a gun
Tables started crashing, .44 was a-flashing
Wam bam, who shot Sam, my my
Well the police, the fire chief, highway patrol
Was 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 .44
Millie was a-cryin', Sam was surely dyin'
Wam bam, who shot Sam, my my
Now they took Silly Millie to the jail downtown
They were gonna book her for shootin' old Sam
The judge gave her twenty, Millie said that's a lot
You shouldn't give me nothin', he's already half shot
Drinkin' white lightning, started all the fightin'
Wam bam, who shot Sam, my my
Well the police, the fire chief, highway patrol
Was 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 .44
Millie was a-cryin', Sam was surely dyin'
Wam bam, who shot Sam, my my
Who Shot Sam was written by George Jones & Darrell Edwards & Ray Jackson.
Who Shot Sam was produced by Ken Nelson (Country).