| Two feets they come a creepin
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| Like a black cat do
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| And two bodies are layin' 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 as a man’s reaching for his trousers
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| Shoots him full of thirty-eight holes
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| It’s the Saturday night special
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| Got a barrel that’s blue and cold
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| Ain’t 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 playin' poker on a losin' night
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| And pretty soon ol' Jim starts a thinkin
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| Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'
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| So big Jim commence to fightin'
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| I wouldn’t tell you no lie
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| Big Jim done pulled his pistol
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| Shot his friend right between the eyes
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| It’s the Saturday night special
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| Got a barrel that’s blue and cold
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| Ain’t good for nothin
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| But put a man six feet in a hole
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| Hand guns are made for killin'
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| They ain’t no good for nothin' else
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| And if you like to drink 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 ol' fool come around here
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| Wanna shoot either you or me
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| It’s the Saturday night special
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| Got a barrel that’s blue and cold
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| Ain’t good for nothin
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| But put a man six feet in a hole
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| It’s the saturday night special
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| 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 |