Текст песни Saturday Night Special, Lynyrd Skynyrd
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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, yeah And unlocks the door And while a man reaching for his trousers Shoots him full of .38 holes (Chorus) Its 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 And playing 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 And Big Jim done grab 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 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 |