paroles de chanson Saturday Night Special - Live At Fox Theatre, Atlanta, GA - July 7, 1976 - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Live from the Fox Theater, Lynyrd Skynyrd!

Uh, over here

Two feet, they come a-creeping
Like a black cat do
And two bodies laying naked
Creeper think he got nothing to lose

So he creeps into this house
And unlocks the door
And as a man's reaching for his trousers
He shoots him full of .38 holes

Mister Saturday Night Special
You got a barrel that's a-blue and cold
It ain't good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole
Oh-oh-oh, in his hole, yeah

Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey
And playing poker on a losin' night
And pretty soon, old Jim starts to thinkin'
Somebody's been cheatin' and lyin'

So Big Jim commence to fightin'
I wouldn't tell you a lie, no, no, no
And Big Jim done pulled his pistol
And shot his friend right between the eyes

Mister Saturday Night Special
You got a barrel that's blue and cold
It ain't good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole

Oh, that's a Saturday Night Special
And for 20 dollars, you can buy yourself one too
In the old pawn shabadu

Let me tell you all about it

A hand gun was made for killin'
It 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 old fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me

Mister Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold (yes, it is)
It ain't good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole

Oh, that's a Saturday Night Special
And I'd like to tell you that you can get yours, too
Oh, how they can stig it, stig it

Thank you!
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