Saturday Night Special

Two feet they come a-creeping Like a black cat do And two bodies laying naked Creeper think he got nothing to lose So he creeps into this house And unlocks the door And as a man's reaching for his trousers He shoots him full of .38 holes Mister Saturday-Night-Special You got a barrel that's a-blue and cold So ain't good for nothin' But put a man six a-feet in a hole Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey Playing poker on a losin' night And pretty soon old Jim starts to thinkin' Somebody's been cheatin' and lyin' So Big Jim commence to fightin' I wouldn't tell you no lie And Big Jim done pulled his pistol And shot his friend right between the eyes Mister Saturday-Night-Special You got a barrel that's a-blue and cold So ain't good for nothin' But put a man six a-feet in a hole Hand guns are made for killin' 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 old fool come around here And wanna shoot either you or me Mister Saturday-Night-Special Got a barrel that's a-blue and cold So ain't good for nothin' But put a man six a-feet in a hole Mister Saturday-Night-Special Ain't good for nothin' But put a man six a-feet in a hole The old ... do Ain't no good