Saturday Night Special lyrics

Two feet's they come a creepin'
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are layin' 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 reachin' for his trousers
He shoots him full of .38 holes

Mr. Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
That 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, ole Jim starts a thinkin'
Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'

So Big Jim commenced to fightin'
I wouldn't tell you no lie
And Big Jim done pulled his pistol
And shot his friend right between the eyes

Mr. Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
That ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole

Oh, and it's a Saturday Night Special
And for twenty dollars you can buy yourself one too

Oh, let me tell you all about
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 old fool come around here
And wanna shoot either you or me

Oh, Mr. Saturday Night Special
You got a barrel that's blue and cold
That ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole

Oh, and it's a Saturday Night Special
I'd like to tell you what you could do with it too

Oh yeah, it's a Saturday Night Special
Oh, just like [Incomprehensible]