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