Saturday Night Special

(albüm: Real To Reel 2 - 2007)

Two feets they come a creeping
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are lying naked
Creeper think he got nothing 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

[Chorus:]
Its a Saturday night special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't no good for nothing
But put a man six feet in a hole

Big Jim's been drinking whiskey
And playing poker on a losing night
Pretty soon, Big Jim starts a thinking
Somebody been cheating and lying
So Big Jim commences to fighting
I wouldn't tell you no lie
And Big Jim done grab his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes

[Chorus]

Hand guns are made for killing
Ain't no good for nothing 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