Saturday Night Special

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
An' as the 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
It ain’t good for nothing but puttin' men six feet in a hole
Big Jim’s been drinking whiskey
And playing poker on a losing night
An' pretty soon, Ol' Jim starts a-thinkin'
Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'
So Big Jim commence to fighting
I wouldn’t tell you no lie
Big Jim done pulled his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes