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One, two, one, two, three
Two feets they come a-creepin’Like a black cat doAnd two bodies are layin’ nakedA creeper think he got nothin’ to lose
So he creeps into this house, yeahAnd unlocks the doorAnd as a man’s reaching for his trousersHe shoots him full of 38 holes
Mister Saturday Night SpecialGot a barrel that’s blue and coldThat ain’t good for nothin’But puttin’ men six feet in a hole
Big Jim’s been drinking whiskeyAnd playing poker on a losing nightAnd pretty soon, ol’ Jim starts a-thinkin’“Oh, somebody been cheatin’ and lyin'”
So Big Jim commence to fightingI wouldn’t tell you no lieBig Jim done pulled his pistolHe shot his friend right between the eyes
Mister Saturday Night SpecialGot a barrel that’s blue and coldThat ain’t good for nothin’But puttin’ men six feet in a hole
Oh, that’s the Saturday Night SpecialFor 20 dollars, you can buy yourself one too
Here it comes
Oh, lemme tell you all about it
Hand guns are made for killin’They ain’t no good for nothin’ elseAnd if you like to drink your whiskeyYou might even shoot yourself
So why don’t we dump ’em, peopleTo the bottom of the seaBefore some old fool come around hereWanna shoot either you or me?
Mister Saturday Night SpecialYou got a barrel that’s blue and coldYou ain’t good for nothin’But puttin’ men six feet in a hole
It’s the Saturday Night SpecialAnd I’d like to tell you what you could do with it too
And that’s the end of the song
Lynyrd Skynyrd – Saturday Night Special
Lynyrd Skynyrd – Saturday Night Special
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