Lynyrd Skynyrd Saturday Night Special

Two feet they come a-creeping

Like a black cat do

And two bodies laying naked

Creeper think he got nothing to lose

So he creeps into this house

And unlocks the door

And as a man’s reaching for his trousers

He shoots him full of .38 holes

Mister Saturday-Night-Special

You got a barrel that’s a-blue and cold

So ain’t good for nothin’

But put a man six a-feet in a hole

Big Jim’s been drinkin’ whiskey

Playing poker on a losin’ night

And pretty soon old Jim starts to thinkin’

Somebody’s been cheatin’ and lyin’

So Big Jim commence to fightin’

I wouldn’t tell you no lie

And Big Jim done pulled his pistol

And shot his friend right between the eyes

Mister Saturday-Night-Special

You got a barrel that’s a-blue and cold

So ain’t good for nothin’

But put a man six a-feet in a hole

Hand guns are made for killin’

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

Mister Saturday-Night-Special

Got a barrel that’s a-blue and cold

So ain’t good for nothin’

But put a man six a-feet in a hole

Mister Saturday-Night-Special

Ain’t good for nothin’

But put a man six a-feet in a hole

The old … do

Ain’t no good