Saturday Night Special - Live

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 thirty-eight holes.

It's the 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.

It's the 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

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.

It's the 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

It's the saturday night special

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

And that's the end of the song