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Saturday Night Special
Lyricist：Edward C. King, Ronnie Van Zant
Two feets they come a creepin'
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are lyin' naked
Creeper think he got nothin' to lose
So he creeps into this house
Unlocks the door
And as a man reaching for his trousers
Shoots him full of 38 holes
It's a Saturday night special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole
Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey
Playin' poker on a losin' night
Pretty soon, big Jim starts a thinkin'
Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'
So big Jim commences to fightin'
I wouldn't tell you no lie
Big Jim done grab his pistol
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Shot his friend right between the eyes
It's a Saturday night special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole
Hand guns was 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 fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me
It's a Saturday night special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole
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