Saturday Night Special - текст песни
Saturday Night Special
Two thiefs they come a-creepin' like a black cat do
And two bodies layin' naked A creeper think he got nothin' to lose
So he creeps into this house Yeah And unlocks the door
And as the man's reaching for his trousers Shoots him full of .38 holes
CHORUS:
Mister Saturday night special Got a barrel that's blue and cold
They ain't good for nothing But put a man 6 feet in a hole
Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey and playin' poker on a losin' night
And pretty soon Ole Jim starts thinkin' somebody been cheatin' and lyin'
So Big Jim commenced to fightin' I wouldn't tell you no lies
Big Jim done a-pulled his pistol And shot his friend right between the eyes
CHORUS:
Oh It's a Saturday night special
And for 20 dollars you can buy yourself one too
SOLO
Here it comes Let me tell you all about it
Handguns are made for killin' They ain't good for nothin' else
And if you like to drink old whiskey You might even shoot yourself
So why don't we dump 'em People To the bottom of the sea
Before some ole fool comes around Wanna shoot either you or me
CHORUS:
It's a Saturday night special
And I'd like to tell you what you could do with it too
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