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Roger Miller
"Who Shot Sam" lyrics

Who Shot Sam

Well, I met Sammy Samson down in New Orleans
He had a lot of money and a big limousine
He took us honky-tonking on a Saturday night
We met Skinny Minnie, everything was all right
Her eyes started rolling
We should a-went a-bowling
Wham-bam
Who shot Sam
My-my

Well, Sam and Skinny Minnie, about a quarter to four
Was rocking and a-rolling on the hardwood floor
Along came Flirty Mirty barging in on the fun
Skinny Minnie got jealous and she pulled out a gun
Tables started crashing
Fourty-four's a-flashing
Wham-bam
Who shot Sam
My-my

Well, the police, fire chief, highway patrol
Knocking down the front door with a big long pole
Sammy was a lying on the cold-cold floor
Shot through the middle with a fourty-four
Minnie was a-crying
Sam was surely dying
Wham-bam
Who shot Sam
My-my

Well, they took Skinny Minnie to the jail down town
Booked Skinny Minnie for a-shooting old Sam
The judge he gave her twenty, Minnie said that's a lot
You shouldn't give me nothing, he was already half shot
A-drinking white lightning
Started all the fighting
Wham-bam
Who shot Sam
My-my

Well, the police, fire chief, highway patrol
Knocking down the front door with a big long pole
Sammy was a lying on the cold-cold floor
Shot through the middle with a fourty-four
Minnie was a-crying
Sam was surely dying
Wham-bam
Who shot Sam
My-my