SATURDAY NIGHT SPECIAL

Conway Twitty

I was there to buy a pistol,

She was there to hock her ring

The broker in that pawn shop 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 eyes

Says you'll also be his game


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've 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 gotta be is twenty-one or fifteen if you lie

Just hand the man the money and if someone's gotta die

The broker in the pawn shop 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

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 the drawer

For a simple golden weddin' band,

He bid two-thousand more


Oh, that saturday night was special even though it wasn't planned

As we walked down the sidewalk she reached and took my hand

And we crossed a bridge and I took that gun and sailed it through the air

I said, you 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 gotta be is twenty-one or fifteen if you lie

There's a pawn shop in the city used to deal in everything

But you can't buy a pistol there and you can't hock your wedding ring