Текст песни Saturday Night Special, Lynyrd Skynyrd

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(Ed King - Ronnie VanZant)

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