Well, I met Sammy Sampson down in New Orleans
He had a lot of money and a long limousine
Took us honky tonkin' on a Saturday night
We met Silly Millie, everything was alright

Her eyes started rolling
We should've went a-bowlin'
Wam, bam, who shot Sam? My, my

Now Sam and Silly Millie at a half past four
Were rockin' and rollin' on a hardwood floor
Then dirty Gurdie barged in on the fun
Silly Millie got jealous and she pulled out a gun

Tables started crashing
44 was a flashing
Wam, bam, who shot Sam? My, my

Well, the police, the 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 44

Millie was a-cryin'
Sam was surely dying
Wam, bam, who shot Sam? My, my