Saturday Night Special Conway Twitty
[A]Well, I was there to [G]buy a pistol She was there to hawk her r[F]ing
The b[G]roker in the p[Cm]awnshop Deals in almost any[Bm]thing.
[F]Hell pay you for your misery Or hell [Bm]sell you someone's pain
And that twi[A]nkle in his greedy e[Gm]ye Says your loss will be his[Cm] gai[B]n.[-] [G]
[Cm]She stood back in the shadows As the b[Bm]roker dealt with me
Her e[G]yes were dark and d[Cm]esperate From some private misery.
His words were so pr[Cm]ophetic When he said you[Fm] got a steal
I sa[A]id throw in one bullet [Gm]and you got yourself a [Cm]deal.
Oh, a Saturday night special Is an e[B]asy thing to buy
All you [Cm]got to be is twenty-one or f[B]ifteen if you lie.
Just [Fm]hand the man money And if some [Cm]ones gotta die
[A]The broker in the pawnshop [Gm] won't even blink an[C] eye.
Well, he handed me the pistol and I was a[B]lmost to the door
When I h[Cm]eard him tell the lady [Bm]Seven dollars nothing [Cm]more.
The l[G]ady started crying as he took [B]her wedding band
Well, m[A]y hand was in my pocket and the [G]gun was in my [C]hand.
W[C]ell I was gonna use that bullet to end my life
I was once someb[G]ody's husband she was once somebody'[F]s wife.
Well, I us[Cm]ually mind my business, but I [Bm]could not walk away
His do[A]llars just weren't making sense[G] and I knew I had to[C] stay[G].[D]
Well, the brokers face turned pasty when he c[C]aught my icy stare
It would ne[D]ver leave my pocket, b[C]ut he knew the gun was there.
I asked him what his li[D]fe was worth and he op[C]ened up that drawer
For a si[Dm]mple golden wedding band [A] He paid $2000 mo[D]re.
That Saturday night was spe[G]cial even th[C]ough it wasn't planned
As [D]we walked down the sidewalk She rea[C]ched and took my hand.
We crossed the br[Gm]idge and I took that gun and s[D]ailed it through the air
I said, Ever been to Texas? She said, [A]I think Id love it ther[D]e.
Oh, a Saturday night special is an e[C]asy thing to buy
All you g[D]ot to be is twenty-one or fi[C]fteen if you lie
But there's a p[Gm]awnshop in the city, that used to [D]deal in everything
Ha, but you cant buy a pistol there, [A] you cant hawk your wedding r[D]ing...
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