Saturday Night Special

[Verse 1:]
Two feets, they come a creepin'
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are layin' naked
A creeper think he got nothin' to lose.

[Pre-Chorus:]
So he creeps into this house, yeah
And unlocks the door
An' as the man's reaching for his trousers
He shoots him full of 38 holes.

[Chorus:]
Mister Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
It ain't good for nothing but puttin' men six feet in a hole.

[Verse 2:]
Big Jim's been drinking whiskey
And playing poker on a losing night
An' pretty soon, Ol' Jim starts a-thinkin'
Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'
So Big Jim commence to fighting
I wouldn't tell you no lie
Big Jim done pulled his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes.

[Chorus:]
Mister Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
It ain't good for nothing but puttin' men six feet in a hole.

[Bridge:]
Hmm, and that's the Saturday Night Special
For twenty dollars, you can buy yourself one, too.

Here it come.

Oh, lemme tell you all about it.

[Verse 3:]
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.

[Pre-Chorus:]
So why don't we dump 'em, people, to the bottom of the sea?
Before some old fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you, or me.

[Chorus:]
Mister Saturday Night Special
You got a barrel that's blue and cold
You ain't good for nothing but puttin' men six feet in a hole.

[Outro:]
It's a Saturday Night Special
And I'd like to tell you what you can do with it, too
And that's the end of this song.