Saturday Night Special

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 Guitar Solo 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