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Saturday Night Special
The legendary Artimus Pyle the driving force behind classic Skynyrd, talks about Ronnie Van Zant and the death of his father at the time of his first recording with the legendary Lynyrd Skynyrd band.
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This was the Classic Southern Rockers first show as CSR. It was a double night, recorded live in Terrell Texas at the Silver Saloon in January 2003. The legendary Artimus Pyle talks about Ronnie Van Zant and the death of his father at the time of his first recording with the legendary Lynyrd Skynyrd band.The 2003 line up was Artimus Pyle, Mike Estes, Timmy Lindsay all X Skynyrd members along with Steve Grisham X Outlaw and myself Ted Patton.
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Saturday Night Special
Written by Ed King - Ronnie Van Zant
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
Written by Ed King - Ronnie Van Zant
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
