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
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
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
Just like Ronnie said
Recording Notes from Frank Hannon
"Recorded all in 1 day we kept it close to the original but left out the synthesizers. While recording this song we were remembering the time the time we toured with Lynyrd Skynyrd and stayed up all night partyin’ with Gary and the boys playin’ slap hand ‘til the sun came up."
~ Read more notes from Frank in "The Making of Real To Reel" booklet!