Saturday Night Special (Live)

Two feets they come a creepin'

Like a black cat do

And two bodies are layin' naked

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 38 holes

Mr 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

And 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 pull his pistol

Shot his friend right between the eyes

Oooh Saturday night special

For twenty dollars you can buy yourself one too

Oooh let me tell you all about it

Well hand 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 ole fool come around here

Wanna shoot either you or me

Ooooh it's a Saturday night special

And I'd like to tell you what you can do with it too