WHO SHOT SAM George Jones 1997, PolyGram Records Intro: (A) (A) (A) (A) Well, I (A) met Sammy Samson down in New Orleans He had a lot of money and a big limousine He (D) took us honky-tonkin' on a Saturday night We (A) met Silly Milly, everything was all right
Her (E) eyes started rollin', we (D) shoulda went a-bowlin' (N.C.) Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my (A) (A) Well, (A) Sam and Silly Milly, about a quarter to four Was rompin' and a-stompin' on the hardwood floor A(D)long came Flirty Mirty bargin' in on the fun Silly (A) Milly got jealous and she pulled out a gun (E) Tables started crashin', (D) fourty-four's a-flashin' (N.C.) Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my Well, the (D) 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) Milly was a-cryin', (D) Sam was surely dyin' (N.C.) Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my Well, they (A) took Silly Milly to the jail down town Booked Silly Milly for a-shootin' old Sam The (D) judge he gave her twenty, Milly said that's a lot You (A) shouldn't give me nothing, he was already half shot A (E) drinkin' white lightnin' (D) started all the fightin' (N.C.) Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my Well, the (D) 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) Milly was a-cryin', (D) Sam was surely dyin' (N.C.) Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my fade out...