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Saturday Night Special
作詞:Edward C. King, Ronnie Van Zant
Two feet's 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 reachin' for his trousers He shoots him full of .38 holes
Mr. Saturday Night Special Got a barrel that's blue and cold That ain't no good for nothin' But put a man six feet in a hole
Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey And playing poker on a losin' night And pretty soon, ole Jim starts a thinkin' Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'
So Big Jim commenced to fightin' I wouldn't tell you no lie And Big Jim done pulled his pistol And shot his friend right between the eyes
Mr. Saturday Night Special Got a barrel that's blue and cold 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 That ain't no good for nothin' But put a man six feet in a hole
Oh, and it's a Saturday Night Special And for twenty dollars you can buy yourself one too
Oh, let me tell you all about 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 And wanna shoot either you or me
Oh, Mr. Saturday Night Special You got a barrel that's blue and cold That ain't no good for nothin' But put a man six feet in a hole
Oh, and it's a Saturday Night Special I'd like to tell you what you could do with it too
Oh yeah, it's a Saturday Night Special Oh, just like [Incomprehensible]
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