Saturday Nights Special Lyrics

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)

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 fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me

Lynyrd Skynyrd - Gold & Platinum

Oct 1990

1. Down South Jukin'
2. Saturday Nights Special
3. Gimme Three Steps
4. What's Your Name
5. You Got That Right
6. Gimme Back My Bullets
7. Sweet Home Alabama
8. Free Bird
9. That Smell
10. On The Hunt
11. I Ain't The One
12. Whiskey Rock-A-Roller
13. Simple Man
14. I Know A Little
15. Tuesday's Gone
16. Comin' Home