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Well, I met Sammy Sampson down in New Orleans He had a lot of money and a long limousine Took us honky tonkin 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 at a half past four Were rockin and rollin on a hardwood floor Then Dirty Gurdie 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 dying Wam, bam, who shot Sam, my, my |
Now they took Silly Millie to jail downtown They were gonna book her for shootin old Sam The judge gave her 20, 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 Repeat last 2 verses |
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