Who Shot Sam Lyrics - Wanda Jackson

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 

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