Saturday Night Special by Lynyrd Skynyrd

Two feets they come a creeping
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are laying naked
Creeper think he got nothing to lose

So he creeps into this house, yeah
And unlocks the door
And as a man's reaching for his trousers
He shoots him full of thirty eight holes

It's the Saturday night special
You got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't good for nothing
But put a man six feet in a hole
That's the Saturday night special

Big Jim's been drinking whiskey
And playing poker on losing night
And pretty soon old Jim starts a thinking
Somebody's been cheating and lying

So big Jim commence to fighting
I wouldn't tell you no lie, no, no, no
Big Jim done pulled his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes

It's the Saturday night's special
You got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't good for nothing
But put a man six feet in a hole
That's the Saturday night special
For twenty dollars you can plan for yourself one too

Oh, let me tell you all about
Hand guns are made for killing
They ain't no good for nothing else
And if you like to drink your whiskey
You might even shoot yourself

So why don't we dump 'em people
To the bottom of the sea
Before some old fool comes around here
They wanna shoot either you or me

It's the Saturday night's special
You got a barrel that's blue and cold
You ain't good for nothing
But put a man six feet in a hole
That's the Saturday night special
And I'd like to tell you what you could do with it too

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