Lynyrd Skynyrd - Saturday Night Special: chords

B                        A  B
Two feets, they come a creepin'
B                   D E
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are layin' naked
A creeper think he got nothin' to lose

B
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

Chorus:
B
Mister Saturday Night Special
                      A       E
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
B
It ain't good for nothing but
                 E
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

Chorus

B
Hmm, and that's the Saturday Night Special
For twenty dollars,
you can buy yourself one, too

Oh, lemme tell you all about it

Hand guns are made for killing
They ain't no good for nothing 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
Wanna shoot either you, or me

Chorus

It's a Saturday Night Special
And I'd like to tell you what you can do with it, too
And that's the end of this song