Roger Miller — Who Shot Sam

Well, I met Sammy Sampson down in New Orleans He had a lot of money and a big limousine Took us honky tonkin' on a Saturday night We met Skinny Minnie, everything was alright Her eyes started rolling, we should've went a-bowlin Wam, bam, who shot Sam, my, my Now Sam and Skinny Minnie at a quarter to four Were rockin' and rollin' on a hardwood floor Then Dirty Gurdie barged in on the fun Skinny Minnie 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, 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 Minnie was a-cryin', Sam was surely dying Wam, bam, who shot Sam, my, my Well they took Skinny Minnie to a jail downtown Booked Skinny Minnie for shootin' old Sam The judge gave her twenty, Minnie said that's a lot She said 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 Minnie was a-cryin', Sam was surely dying Wam, bam, who shot Sam, my, my