two feets they come a creepin’
like a black cat do
and two bodies are layin’ naked
a creeper think he got nothin’ to lose
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so he creeps into this house yeah
and unlocks the door
an’ as the man’s reaching for his trousers
he shoots him full of 8 holes
mister saturday night special
got a barrel that’s blue and cold
it ain’t good for nothing but puttin’ men six feet in a hole
big jim’s been drinking whiskey
and playing poker on a losing night
an’ pretty soon ol’ jim starts athinkin’
somebody been cheatin’ and lyin’
so big jim commence to fighting
i wouldn’t tell you no lie
big jim done pulled his pistol
shot his friend right between the eyes
mister saturday night special
got a barrel that’s blue and cold
it ain’t good for nothing but puttin’ men six feet in a hole
hmm and that’s the saturday night special
for twenty dollars you can buy yourself one too
here it come
oh lemme tell you all about it
hand guns are made for killing
they ain’t no good for nothing else
and if you like to drink your whiskey
you might even shoot yourself
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so why don’t we dump ’em people to the bottom of the sea
before some old fool come around here
wanna shoot either you or me
mister saturday night special
you got a barrel that’s blue and cold
you ain’t good for nothing but puttin’ men six feet in a hole
it’s a saturday night special
and i’d like to tell you what you can do with it too
and that’s the end of this song
Artist: Lynyrd Skynyrd
Year: 1975
Decade: 70s
Language: en
Word Count: 163