Saturday Night Special Lyrics by Armored Saint

Saturday Night Special

Yeah two feets they come a creepin
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are laying naked
Creeper thinks he got nothin to lose
So, he creeps up 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 so blue and cold
Aint good for nothin
But put a man six feet in the 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 pull his pistol
And shot his friend right between the eyes

Its the saturday night special
Got a barrel thats so blue and cold
Aint good for nothin
But put a man six feet in the hole

Im gonna tell you what you
Can do with it too
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 them 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 so blue and cold
Aint good for nothin
But put a man six feet in the hole

Its the saturday night special
Got a barrel thats so blue and cold
Aint good for nothin
But put a man six feet in the hole

Saturday night special
Its the saturday night special
Its the saturday night special