Текст песни Lynyrd Skynyrd - Saturday Night Special

Two feets they come a creepin'
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are lyin' naked
A 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
It ain't 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, old 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 pull his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes

Mr. Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
It ain't good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole

The 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 fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me

Mr. Saturday night special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
It ain't good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole