Conway Twitty - Saturday Night Special
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Conway Twitty sings Saturday Night Special.
"Well, I was there to buy a pistol
She was there to hock 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 eyes
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 prophetic
When he said you've got a steal
I said throw in one bullet
And you got yourself a deal
Oh, a 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 pawn shop
Won't even blink an eye
Well he handed me the pistol
And I was almost to the door
When I heard him tell the lady
Seven dollars nothing more
The lady started crying
As he took her wedding band
Well my hand was in my pocket
And the gun was in my hand
I was gonna use that bullet
To end my life
I was once somebody's husband
She was once somebody's wife
I usually mind my business
But I could not walk away
His dollars just weren't making 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 the drawer
For a simple golden wedding band
He paid two-thousand more
Oh, that saturday night was special
Even though it wasn't planned
As we walked down the sidewalk
She reached and took my hands
And we crossed a 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, a saturday night special
Is an easy thing to buy
All you gotta be is twenty-one
Or fifteen if you lie
There's a pawn shop in the city
Used to deal in everything, ha
But you can't buy a pistol there
You can't hock your wedding ring"
Conway Twitty sings Saturday Night Special.
"Well, I was there to buy a pistol
She was there to hock 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 eyes
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 prophetic
When he said you've got a steal
I said throw in one bullet
And you got yourself a deal
Oh, a 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 pawn shop
Won't even blink an eye
Well he handed me the pistol
And I was almost to the door
When I heard him tell the lady
Seven dollars nothing more
The lady started crying
As he took her wedding band
Well my hand was in my pocket
And the gun was in my hand
I was gonna use that bullet
To end my life
I was once somebody's husband
She was once somebody's wife
I usually mind my business
But I could not walk away
His dollars just weren't making 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 the drawer
For a simple golden wedding band
He paid two-thousand more
Oh, that saturday night was special
Even though it wasn't planned
As we walked down the sidewalk
She reached and took my hands
And we crossed a 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, a saturday night special
Is an easy thing to buy
All you gotta be is twenty-one
Or fifteen if you lie
There's a pawn shop in the city
Used to deal in everything, ha
But you can't buy a pistol there
You can't hock your wedding ring"
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