Who Shot Sam Chords by Wanda Jackson
Tempo:
74.2 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
G
Cm
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] Well, I met Samson down in New [C] Orleans.
[G] He had a lot of money and [Em] a long [F] limousine.
Took us honky-tonking on a Saturday [C] night.
We met Silly Millie, everything was [G] alright.
Her eyes started [F] rolling, we shoulda win a [C] bowl
in a wham-bam, who shot Sam?
My, my.
Now, I see Millie down a half-past four.
We're rockin' and rollin' on a hardwood [F] floor.
Then Flirty Gertie barged in on the [C] fun.
Silly got jealous and she pulled out a [G] gun.
Table started [F] crashing, 44's a-flashin'.
A [Cm] wham-bam, who shot Sam?
[A] [C] My, my.
[Am] Well, [F] the police are fire chief.
Highway's [C] front door with the big long [F] pole.
Sam on the cold, cold [C] floor.
Shot to the middle with a .44.
[G] Millie was a [F]-cryin', Sam was surely [Am] dyin'.
A [C] wham-bam, who shot Sam?
My, my.
[Am] [C]
[Cm] [F] [Cm]
[Gm] [G] [F] [Cm] [C]
And now they took Silly Millie to the jail downtown.
They were gonna book her for a shootin' old [F] Sam.
The judge gave her 20 mil, he said, that's [C] a lot.
You shouldn't give me nothin', he's already [G] half-shot.
Drinkin' [F] white light and started all the fight.
In a wham-bam, who shot [G] Sam?
[C] My, my.
Well, [A] the police are fire chief.
[C] Highway's front door with the big long pole.
[F] Sammy was a-lyin' on the [Cm] cold, cold floor.
Shot to the middle [C] with a [G] .44.
Millie was a [F]-cryin', Sam [Cm] was surely dyin'.
A wham-bam, who shot Sam?
[C] My, my.
[N]
[G] He had a lot of money and [Em] a long [F] limousine.
Took us honky-tonking on a Saturday [C] night.
We met Silly Millie, everything was [G] alright.
Her eyes started [F] rolling, we shoulda win a [C] bowl
in a wham-bam, who shot Sam?
My, my.
Now, I see Millie down a half-past four.
We're rockin' and rollin' on a hardwood [F] floor.
Then Flirty Gertie barged in on the [C] fun.
Silly got jealous and she pulled out a [G] gun.
Table started [F] crashing, 44's a-flashin'.
A [Cm] wham-bam, who shot Sam?
[A] [C] My, my.
[Am] Well, [F] the police are fire chief.
Highway's [C] front door with the big long [F] pole.
Sam on the cold, cold [C] floor.
Shot to the middle with a .44.
[G] Millie was a [F]-cryin', Sam was surely [Am] dyin'.
A [C] wham-bam, who shot Sam?
My, my.
[Am] [C]
[Cm] [F] [Cm]
[Gm] [G] [F] [Cm] [C]
And now they took Silly Millie to the jail downtown.
They were gonna book her for a shootin' old [F] Sam.
The judge gave her 20 mil, he said, that's [C] a lot.
You shouldn't give me nothin', he's already [G] half-shot.
Drinkin' [F] white light and started all the fight.
In a wham-bam, who shot [G] Sam?
[C] My, my.
Well, [A] the police are fire chief.
[C] Highway's front door with the big long pole.
[F] Sammy was a-lyin' on the [Cm] cold, cold floor.
Shot to the middle [C] with a [G] .44.
Millie was a [F]-cryin', Sam [Cm] was surely dyin'.
A wham-bam, who shot Sam?
[C] My, my.
[N]
Key:
C
F
G
Cm
Am
C
F
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[G] Well, I met Samson down in New [C] Orleans.
[G] He had a lot of money and [Em] a long [F] limousine.
Took us honky-tonking on a Saturday [C] night.
We met Silly Millie, everything was [G] alright.
Her eyes started [F] rolling, we shoulda win a [C] bowl
in a wham-bam, who shot Sam?
My, my.
_ _ Now, I see Millie down a half-past four.
We're rockin' and rollin' on a hardwood [F] floor.
Then Flirty Gertie barged in on the [C] fun.
Silly got jealous and she pulled out a [G] gun.
Table started [F] crashing, 44's a-flashin'.
A [Cm] wham-bam, who shot Sam?
[A] [C] My, my. _ _
[Am] Well, [F] the police are fire chief.
Highway's [C] _ front door with the big long [F] pole.
Sam on the cold, cold [C] floor.
Shot to the middle with a .44.
[G] Millie was a [F]-cryin', Sam was surely [Am] dyin'.
A [C] wham-bam, who shot Sam?
My, my.
_ [Am] _ _ [C] _ _ _
[Cm] _ [F] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ [G] _ [F] _ [Cm] _ [C] _ _ _
And now they took Silly Millie to the jail downtown.
They were gonna book her for a shootin' old [F] Sam.
The judge gave her 20 mil, he said, that's [C] a lot.
You shouldn't give me nothin', he's already [G] half-shot.
Drinkin' [F] white light and started all the fight.
In a wham-bam, who shot [G] Sam?
[C] My, my.
_ Well, [A] the police are fire chief.
[C] Highway's front door with the big long pole.
[F] Sammy was a-lyin' on the [Cm] cold, cold floor.
Shot to the middle [C] with a [G] .44.
Millie was a [F]-cryin', Sam [Cm] was surely dyin'.
A wham-bam, who shot Sam?
[C] My, my. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[G] He had a lot of money and [Em] a long [F] limousine.
Took us honky-tonking on a Saturday [C] night.
We met Silly Millie, everything was [G] alright.
Her eyes started [F] rolling, we shoulda win a [C] bowl
in a wham-bam, who shot Sam?
My, my.
_ _ Now, I see Millie down a half-past four.
We're rockin' and rollin' on a hardwood [F] floor.
Then Flirty Gertie barged in on the [C] fun.
Silly got jealous and she pulled out a [G] gun.
Table started [F] crashing, 44's a-flashin'.
A [Cm] wham-bam, who shot Sam?
[A] [C] My, my. _ _
[Am] Well, [F] the police are fire chief.
Highway's [C] _ front door with the big long [F] pole.
Sam on the cold, cold [C] floor.
Shot to the middle with a .44.
[G] Millie was a [F]-cryin', Sam was surely [Am] dyin'.
A [C] wham-bam, who shot Sam?
My, my.
_ [Am] _ _ [C] _ _ _
[Cm] _ [F] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ [G] _ [F] _ [Cm] _ [C] _ _ _
And now they took Silly Millie to the jail downtown.
They were gonna book her for a shootin' old [F] Sam.
The judge gave her 20 mil, he said, that's [C] a lot.
You shouldn't give me nothin', he's already [G] half-shot.
Drinkin' [F] white light and started all the fight.
In a wham-bam, who shot [G] Sam?
[C] My, my.
_ Well, [A] the police are fire chief.
[C] Highway's front door with the big long pole.
[F] Sammy was a-lyin' on the [Cm] cold, cold floor.
Shot to the middle [C] with a [G] .44.
Millie was a [F]-cryin', Sam [Cm] was surely dyin'.
A wham-bam, who shot Sam?
[C] My, my. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _