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Letra 'Saturday Night Special'

Two feets they come a creepin
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are layin naked
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

(Chorus)
Mr.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
And playing poker on a losin night
And 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
And Big Jim done pull his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes

(Chorus)

Oooh Saturday night special...
For twenty dollars you can buy yourself one too...

Oooh let me tell you all about it...

Well 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 ole fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me

(Chorus)

Ooooh it s a Saturday night special
And I d like to tell you what you can do with it too...