Crow Hunter - Saturday Night Special

Ahhhhhhhhhh c'mon
Two feets they come a creepin
Like a black cat do
And two bodies layin naked
A creeper think he got nothin to lose
So he creeps into this house yeah
Unlocks the door
As a mans reaching for his trousers
He shoots him full of 38 holes
Mister Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel thats blue and cold
Ain't no good for nothin
But put a man six feet in a hooooole
Big Jim's been drinking whiskey
And playing poker on a losing night
And pretty soon, ol' Jim starts a thinkin
Oh, somebody been cheatin' and lyin
Big Jim commence to fighting
I wouldn't tell you no lie
Big Jim gonna pull his pistol
Shot a man right between the eyes
Mister 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 hooooooole
Saturday Night Special
That Southern Style
C'mon with it
Hand guns were 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 them 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
Ain't no good for nothin
But put a man six feet in a hoooooooooole
It's the Saturday Night Special
For 20 dollars you could get one too
Any old pawn shop will do

Written by:
Howard Kidd III

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