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Saturday Night Special
Lyricist:Edward C. King, Ronnie Van Zant
Two feets they come a creepin' Like a black cat do And two bodies are lyin' naked Creeper think he got nothin' to lose So he creeps into this house Unlocks the door And as a man reaching for his trousers Shoots him full of 38 holes
It's a Saturday night special Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't no good for nothin' But put a man six feet in a hole
Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey Playin' poker on a losin' night Pretty soon, big Jim starts a thinkin' Somebody been cheatin' and lyin' So big Jim commences to fightin' I wouldn't tell you no lie Big Jim done grab his pistol Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Shot his friend right between the eyes
It's a Saturday night special Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't no good for nothin' But put a man six feet in a hole
Hand guns was 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 fool come around here Wanna shoot either you or me
It's a Saturday night special Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't no good for nothin' But put a man six feet in a hole
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