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tommy hill - who shot sam lyrics

well, i met sammy samson down in new orleans
he had a lot of money and a big limousine
he took us honky-tonkin’ on a sat-rday night
we met silly milly, everything was all right
her eyes started rollin’, we should a-went a-bowlin’
wham-bam, who shot sam, my-my
well, sam and silly milly, about a quarter to four
was rompin’ and a-stompin’ on the hardwood floor
along came flirty mirty bargin’ in on the fun
silly milly got jealous and she pulled out a gun
tables started crashin’, fourty-four’s a-flashin’
wham-bam, who shot sam, my-my
well, the police, fire chief, highway patrol
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 fourty-four
milly was a-cryin’, sam was surely dyin’
wham-bam, who shot sam, my-my
well, they took silly milly to the jail down town
booked silly milly for a-shootin’ old sam
the judge he gave her twenty, milly said that’s a lot
you shouldn’t give me nothing, he was already half shot
a-drinkin’ white lightnin’ started all the fightin’
wham-bam, who shot sam, my-my
well, the police, fire chief, highway patrol
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 fourty-four
milly was a-cryin’, sam was surely dyin’
wham-bam, who shot sam, my-my…

- tommy hill lyrics

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