Saturday Night Special Lyrics

Song Text:


Two feets they come a creepin' Like a black cat do And two bodies are
lyin' naked Creeper think he got nothin' to lose So he creeps into this
house, yeah And unlocks the door And while a man reaching for his
trousers Shoots him full of .38 holes(Chorus) Its a Saturday
night special Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't no good for
nothin' But put a man six feet in a holeBig Jim's been drinkin'
whiskey And playing poker on a losin' night Pretty soon, Big Jim starts
a thinkin' Somebody been cheatin' and lyin' So Big Jim commences to
fightin' I wouldn't tell you no lie And Big Jim done grab his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes(Chorus)Hand guns are
made for killin' Ain't no good for nothin' else And if you like your
whiskey You might even shoot yourself So why don't we dump 'em people
To the bottom of the sea Before some fool come around here Wanna
shoot either you or me