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 thirty eight holes

It's the Saturday night special

Got a barrel that's blue and cold

Ain't good for nothin

But put a man six feet in a hole

Big jim's been drinkin' whiskey

And playin' poker on a losin' night

And pretty soon ol' jim starts a thinkin

Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'

So big jim commence to fightin'

I wouldn't tell you no lie

Big jim done pulled his pistol

Shot his friend right between the eyes

It's the Saturday night special

Got a barrel that's blue and cold

Ain't good for nothin

But put a man six feet in a hole

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 ol' fool come around here

Wanna shoot either you or me

It's the Saturday night special

Got a barrel that's blue and cold

Ain't good for nothin

But put a man six feet in a hole

It's the Saturday night special

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

And that's the end of the song