Letra de Saturday Night Special
Two feet they come a creepin' Like a black cat do And two bodies are layin' naked A creeper think he got nothin' to lose So he creeps into this house, yeah And unlocks the door And as a man's reaching for his trousers Shoots him full of thirty-eight holesMr. Saturday night special Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't good for nothin' But put a man six feet in a holeBig Jim's been drinkin' whiskey And playin' poker on a losin' night And pretty soon ol' Jim starts a thinkin' Somebody been cheatin' and lyin' So Big Jim commence to fightin' I wouldn't tell you no lie Big Jim done pulled his pistol Shot his friend right between the eyesMr. Saturday night special Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't good for nothin' But put a man six feet in a holeOh, it's the Saturday night special, for twenty dollars you can buy yourself one tooHand guns are made for killin' They 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 ol' fool come around here Wanna shoot either you or meMr. Saturday night special You got a barrel that's blue and cold You ain't good for nothin' But put a man six feet in a holeMr. the Saturday night special And I'd like to tell you what you could do with it And that's the end of the song