WHO SHOT SAM   (Darrell Edwards - Ray Jackson - George Jones)   GEORGE JONES (MERCURY 71464, 1959)      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', fourty-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 fourty-four   Milly was a-cryin', Sam was surely dyin'   Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my      Well, they took Silly Milly to the jail down town   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 fourty-four   Milly was a-cryin', Sam was surely dyin'   Wham-bam, who shot Sam, my-my