Saturday Night Special - Conway Twitty

Well, I was there to buy a pistol

She was there to hauck 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 twenty-one

Or fifteen if you lie

Just hand the man money

And if some ones 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 twenty-one

Or fifteen if you lie

But there’s a pawnshop in the city

That used to deal in everything

Ha, but you can’t buy a pistol there

You can’t hawk your wedding ring…