Who Shot Sam

Intro: A   A   A   A

            A
Well, I met Sammy Samson down in New
 Orleans
He had a lot of money and a big 
limousine
   D
He took us honky-tonkin' on a 
Saturday night
   A
We met Silly Milly, everything was 
all right
    E                        D
Her eyes started rollin', we shoulda
 went a-bowlin'

Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my

 A

      A
Well, Sam and Silly Milly, about a 
quarter to four
Was rompin' and a-stompin' on the 
hardwood floor
  D
A long came Flirty Mirty bargin' in 
on the fun
      A
Silly Milly got jealous and she 
pulled out a gun
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E.                     
Tables started crashin', 
  D
forty-four's a-flashin'

Wham-bam, who shot Sam,

               D
         Well, the police, fire 
chief, highway patrol
      A
         Knockin' down the front 
door with a big long pole
      D
         Sammy was a lyin' on the 
cold-cold floor
      A
         Shot through the middle 
with a fourty-four
      E                  D
         Milly was a-cryin', Sam was
 surely dyin'

         Wham-bam, who shot Sam, 
my-my


                A
Well, they took Silly Milly to the 
jail down town
Booked Silly Milly for a-shootin' 
old Sam
    D
The judge he gave her twenty, Milly 
said that's a lot
     A
You shouldn't give me nothing, he 
was already half shot
   E                        D
A drinkin' white lightnin' started 
all the fightin'

Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my

               D
         Well, the police, fire 
chief, highway patrol
      A
         Knockin' down the front 
door with a big long pole
      D
         Sammy was a lyin' on the 
cold-cold floor
      A
         Shot through the middle 
with a fourty-four
      E                  D
         Milly was a-cryin', Sam was
 surely dyin'