Who Shot Sam Roger Miller

Well, I met Sammy Sampson down in New Orleans
He had a lot of money and a big limousine
Took us honky tonkin' on a Saturday night
We met Skinny Minnie, everything was alright
Her eyes started rolling, we should've went a-bowlin
Wam, bam, who shot Sam, my, my

Now Sam and Skinny Minnie at a quarter to four
Were rockin' and rollin' on a hardwood floor
Then Dirty Gurdie barged in on the fun
Skinny Minnie got jealous and she pulled out a gun
Tables started crashing, forty four was a flashing
Wam, bam, who shot Sam, my, my

Well the police, fire chief, highway patrol
Was 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
Minnie was a-cryin', Sam was surely dying
Wam, bam, who shot Sam, my, my

Well they took Skinny Minnie to a jail downtown
Booked Skinny Minnie for shootin' old Sam
The judge gave her twenty, Minnie said that's a lot
She said give me nothin', he's already half shot
Drinkin' white lightning started all the fightin'
Wam, bam, who shot Sam, my, my