Saturday Night Special Lyrics - One More From The Road - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Two feet 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 reaching for his trousers 

Shoots him full of thirty-eight holes 

Mr. 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 

Mr. 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 

Oh, it's the Saturday night special, for twenty dollars you can buy yourself one too 

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 

Mr. Saturday night special 

You got a barrel that's blue and cold 

You ain't good for nothin' 

But put a man six feet in a hole 

Mr. the Saturday night special 

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

And that's the end of the song