Conway Twitty - Saturday Night Special lyrics

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 cant hawk your wedding ring...