Il testo della Who shot sam

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', forty-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 forty-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 forty-four
Milly was a-cryin', sam was surely dyin'
Wham-bam, who shot sam, my-my