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Two feets they come a creepin' |
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Like a black cat do |
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And two bodies are lyin' 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 while a man reaching for his trousers |
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Shoots him full of .38 holes |
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(Chorus) Its a Saturday night special |
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Got a barrel that's blue and cold |
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Ain't no 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 playing poker on a losin' night |
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Pretty soon, Big Jim starts a thinkin' |
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Somebody been cheatin' and lyin' |
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So Big Jim commences to fightin' |
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I wouldn't tell you no lie |
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And Big Jim done grab his pistol |
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Shot his friend right between the eyes |
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(Chorus) |
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Hand guns are made for killin' |
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Ain't no good for nothin' else |
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And if you like 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 fool come around here |
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Wanna shoot either you or me |