Lynyrd Skynyrd – Saturday Night Special

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

So he creeps into this house
And unlocks the door
And as a man’s reaching for his trousers
He shoots him full of .38 holes

Mister Saturday-Night-Special
You got a barrel that’s a-blue and cold
So ain’t good for nothin’
But put a man six a-feet in a hole

Big Jim’s been drinkin’ whiskey
Playing poker on a losin’ night
And pretty soon old Jim starts to thinkin’
Somebody’s been cheatin’ and lyin’

So Big Jim commence to fightin’
I wouldn’t tell you no lie
And Big Jim done pulled his pistol
And shot his friend right between the eyes

Mister Saturday-Night-Special
You got a barrel that’s a-blue and cold
So ain’t good for nothin’
But put a man six a-feet in a hole

Hand guns are made for killin’
Ain’t no good for nothin’ 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 come around here
And wanna shoot either you or me

Mister Saturday-Night-Special
Got a barrel that’s a-blue and cold
So ain’t good for nothin’
But put a man six a-feet in a hole

Mister Saturday-Night-Special

Ain’t good for nothin’
But put a man six a-feet in a hole

The old … do
Ain’t no good