Saturday Night Special

Well I was there to buy a pistol she was there to hawk her ring

The broker in that pawn shop deals in almost anything.

He'll pay you for your misery or he'll sell you someone's pain

And that twinkle in his greedy eye says your loss will be his gain

She stood back in the shadows as the broker dealt with me

Her eyes were dark and desperate from some private misery

His words were so profetic when he said "You've got a steal"

I said 'Throw in one bullet and you've got yourself a deal'

Chorus:

Oh, Saturday Night Special is an easy thing to buy

All you gotta be is twenty-one or fifteen if you lie

Just hand the man the money and if someone's gotta die

The broker in the pawnshop won't even blink an eye.

Well he handed my the pistol and I was almost to the door

When I heard him tell the lady 'Seven Dollars, nothin' more'

The lady started cryin as he took her weddin' band

My hand was in my pocket and the gun was in my hand

Well I was gonna use that bullet to end my life

I was once somebody's husband she was once somebody's wife

Well I usually mind my business but I could not walk away

His dollars just wern't makin' sense and I knew I had to stay.

Well the broker's face turned pasty when he caught my icy stare

It would never leave my pocket but he knew the gun was there

I asked him what his life was worth and he opened up that drawer

For a simple golden wedding band - He paid two thousand more

That Saturday night was special even 'though it wasn't planned

As we walked down that sidewalk she reached and took my hand

We crossed the bridge and I took that gun and sailed it through the air

I said, 'You ever been to Texas"? She said, 'I think I'd love it there'

Oh, Saturday Night Special is an easy thing to buy

All you gotta be is twenty-one or fifteen if you lie

But there's a pawn shop in the city, used to deal in everything, huh,

But you can't buy a pistol there and you can't hawk your weddin' ring

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