Saturday Night Special - Ed King, Ronnie VanZant

    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

    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 hole

    Big 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


    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

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