(originally by Lynyrd Skynyrd)
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Two feets they come a creepin'
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Like a black cat do
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And two bodies are lyin' naked
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Creeper think he got nothin' to lose
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So he creeps into this house, yeah
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And unlocks the door
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And while a man reaching for his trousers
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Shoots him full of .38 holes
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[Chorus:]
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Its a Saturday night special
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Got a barrel that's blue and cold
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Ain't no good for nothin'
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But put a man six feet in a hole
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Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey
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And playing poker on a losin' night
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Pretty soon, Big Jim starts a thinkin'
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Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'
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So Big Jim commences to fightin'
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I wouldn't tell you no lie
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And Big Jim done grab his pistol
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Shot his friend right between the eyes
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[Chorus]
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Hand guns are made for killin'
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Ain't no good for nothin' else
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And if you like your whiskey
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You might even shoot yourself
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So why don't we dump 'em people
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To the bottom of the sea
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Before some fool come around here
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Wanna shoot either you or me
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Saturday Night Special
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