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    Roger Miller / Lyrics

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    "Who Shot Sam" Lyrics

    Roger Miller feat. Wanda Jackson and George Jones

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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, forty four 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 forty four
    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 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 forty four
    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 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
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, CARLIN AMERICA INC, GLAD MUSIC CO..
    Written by Darrell Edwards, George Jones, Ray Jackson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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