Wanda Jackson — Who Shot Sam

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