Lynyrd Skynyrd - Saturday Night Special

Two feets they come a creepin’ Like a black cat do And two bodies are layin’ naked Creeper think he got nothin’ to lose So he creeps into this house, yeah And unlocks the door And as a man’s reaching for his trousers Shoots him full of .38 holes (Chorus) night special Got a barrel that’s blue and cold Ain’t no good for nothin’ But put a man six feet in a hole Big Jim’s been drinkin’ whiskey And playing poker on a losin’ night And 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 pull his pistol Shot his friend right between the eyes (Chorus) Oooh Saturday night special... For twenty dollars you can buy yourself one too... Oooh let me tell you all about it... Well hand guns are made for killin’ They 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 ole fool come around here Wanna shoot either you or me (Chorus) Ooooh it’s a Saturday night special And I’d like to tell you what you can do with it too...