Saturday Night Special Songtext
von Conway Twitty

Well, I was there to buy a pistol, she was there to hock her ring
The broker in the pawnshop 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 prophetic when he said you 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 got to be is 21 or 15 if you lie
Just hand the man money and if someone's gotta die
The broker in the pawnshop 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
Well, 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 that drawer
For a simple golden wedding band, he paid $2000 more

That Saturday night was special even though it wasn't planned
As we walked down the sidewalk, she reached and took my hand
We crossed the bridge and I took that gun and sailed it through the air
I said, "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 got to be is 21 or 15 if you lie
But there's a pawnshop in the city used to deal in everything
Ha, but you can′t buy a pistol there, you can't hock your wedding ring