Lynyrd Skynyrd ©1975 «Nuthin' Fancy» - Saturday Night Special (E. King, R. Van Zant) | Текст песни

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• Lynyrd Skynyrd ©1975 «Nuthin' Fancy»
• Saturday Night Special (E. King, R. Van Zant)

Ronnie Van Zant – lead vocals
Allen Collins – Gibson Firebird guitar
Ed King – Fender Stratocaster and Gibson SG guitar
Gary Rossington – Gibson Les Paul guitar
Billy Powell – keyboards
Leon Wilkeson – bass guitar
Artimus Pyle – drums, percussion
Additional:
Barry Harwood – dobro, mandolin
Jimmy Hall – harmonica
David Foster – piano
Bobbye Hall – percussion
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Two feet 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
Unlocks the door
And as a man's reaching for his trousers
Shoots him full of thirty-eight holes

[Chorus:]
It's a saturday night special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a 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 pulled his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes

[Chorus]
Oh, Saturday night special

Oh, let me 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 ol' fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me

[Chorus]

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