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
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 forty four
Minnie was a-cryin', Sam was surely dying
Wam, bam, who shot Sam, my, my