Saturday Night Special

One, two, one, two, three
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 Two feets they come a-creepin'
 Like a black cat do
 And two bodies are layin' naked
 A 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
 He shoots him full of 38 holes
 Mister Saturday Night Special
 Got a barrel that's blue and cold
 That ain't good for nothin'
 But puttin' men six feet in a hole
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 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'"
 So Big Jim commence to fighting
 I wouldn't tell you no lie
 Big Jim done pulled his pistol
 He shot his friend right between the eyes
 Mister Saturday Night Special
 Got a barrel that's blue and cold
 That ain't good for nothin'
 But puttin' men six feet in a hole
 Oh, that's the Saturday Night Special
 For 20 dollars, you can buy yourself one too
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 Here it comes
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 Oh, lemme tell you all about it
 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 '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
 You got a barrel that's blue and cold
 You ain't good for nothin'
 But puttin' men six feet in a hole
 It's the Saturday Night Special
 And I'd like to tell you what you could do with it too
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 And that's the end of the song