Karaoké Saturday Night Special Conway Twitty

Well I was there to buy a pistol

She was there to hock her ring

The broker in that 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 eyes 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 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 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, nothin' more

The lady started cryin' as he took her weddin' band

Well my hand was in my pocket and the gun was in my hand

Well 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 makin' 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 weddin' band he paid two thousand 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 gotta be is twenty-one or fifteen if you lie

But there's a pawnshop in the city used to deal in everything

Hah

But you can't buy a pistol there

You can't hock your weddin' ring