Текст (слова) песни: Lynyrd Skynyrd - Saturday Night Special
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
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