Who Shot Sam

Album

Single

Label

Mercury Records

Genre

Country

Media Type

45

Duration

2:20

Composer(s)

Darrell Edwards;Raymond Jackson;George Jones

Entered Chart

Jul 27, 1959

Peak Date

Aug 10, 1959

Released

Jun 1959

Recorded

Unknown

Catalog #

Mercury 71464X45

B-Side

Into My Arms Again

"Who Shot Sam" is a song by George Jones. It was recorded and released as a single in 1959 by Mercury Records and reached No. 7 on the country singles chart. Jones wrote the song with Darrell Edwards, with whom he had collaborated on several occasions, and Ray Jackson. The song is very similar to "White Lightning". Like "White Lightning", "Who Shot Sam" appeared on the low rungs of the pop chart, peaking at No. 93. The song tells the story about a wild Saturday-night shoot-out in New Orleans, Louisiana

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 Saturday 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', forty-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 forty-four
Milly was a-cryin', Sam was surely dyin'
Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my

Well, they took Silly Milly to the jail downtown
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 forty-four
Milly was a-cryin', Sam was surely dyin'
Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my