Saturday Night Special — текст песни (Lynyrd Skynyrd)

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, 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 nothin`
But put a man six feet in a hole

Big Jim`s been drinkin` whiskey
And playing 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
And Big Jim done grab his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes

(Chorus)

Hand guns are made for killin`
Ain`t no good for nothin` 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