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Well, I met Sammy Samson down in New Orleans |
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He had a lot of money and a big limousine |
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He took us honky-tonkin' on a Saturday night |
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We met Silly Milly, everything was all right |
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Her eyes started rollin', we should a-went a-bowlin' |
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Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my |
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Well, Sam and Silly Milly, about a quarter to four |
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Was rompin' and a-stompin' on the hardwood floor |
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Along came Flirty Mirty bargin' in on the fun |
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Silly Milly got jealous and she pulled out a gun |
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Tables started crashin', fourty-four's a-flashin' |
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Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my |
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Well, the police, fire chief, highway patrol |
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Knockin' down the front door with a big long pole |
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Sammy was a lyin' on the cold-cold floor |
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Shot through the middle with a fourty-four |
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Milly was a-cryin', Sam was surely dyin' |
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Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my |
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Well, they took Silly Milly to the jail down town |
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Booked Silly Milly for a-shootin' old Sam |
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The judge he gave her twenty, Milly said that's a lot |
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You shouldn't give me nothing, he was already half shot |
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A-drinkin' white lightnin' started all the fightin' |
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Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my |
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Well, the police, fire chief, highway patrol |
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Knockin' down the front door with a big long pole |
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Sammy was a lyin' on the cold-cold floor |
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Shot through the middle with a fourty-four |
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Milly was a-cryin', Sam was surely dyin' |
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Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my |
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