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Well, I met |
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Sammy Sampson down in |
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New Orleans |
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He had a lot of money and a long limousine |
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Took us honky tonkin on a |
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Saturday night |
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We met Silly |
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Millie, everything was alright |
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Her eyes started rolling, we should've went a-bowlin |
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Wam, bam, who shot |
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Sam, my, my |
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Now Sam and |
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Silly Millie at a half past four |
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Were rockin and rollin on a hardwood floor |
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Then Dirty |
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Gurdie barged in on the fun |
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Silly Millie got jealous and she pulled out a gun |
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Tables started crashing - 44 was a flashing |
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Wam, bam, who shot |
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Sam, my, my |
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Well the police, the fire chief, highway patrol |
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Was 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 44 |
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Millie was a-cryin, |
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Sam was surely dying |
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Wam, bam, who shot |
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Sam, my, my |
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Now they took |
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Silly Millie to jail downtown |
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They were gonna book her for shootin old |
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Sam The judge gave her 20, |
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Millie said that's a lot |
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You shouldn't give me nothin, he's already half shot |
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Drinkin white lightning started all the fightin |
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Wam, bam, who shot |
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Sam, my, my |
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Repeat last 2 verses |
