1. Saturday, May 20, 2017

    today is saturday night special’s birthday, it’s 42 

    Greatest song that’s (not-so) secretly about gun control? Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Saturday Night Special” — which came out 42 years today.

    The tune was co-written by singer Ronnie Van Zant and Glendale’s own Ed King who met Skynyrd when King’s band (the Strawberry Alarm Clock) were on tour with them. Eventually King joined Skynyrd and co-wrote many songs with Van Zant including “Mr. Banker” “Working for MCA” and “Sweet Home Alabama”. He played bass and later when their original bassist returned he played guitar as part of the three guitar attack.

    King quit Skynyrd in 1975, a few months after this tune was released. In 1976 he was replaced. In 1977 the band was involved in a tragic airplane crash that killed Van Zant, guitarist/vocalist Steve Gaines and backing vocalist Cassie Gaines, among others.

    “Saturday Night Special”
    from the album Nuthin’ Fancy
    MCA Records
    (Ed King, Ronnie Van Zant)

    Two feet they come a creepin’
    Like a black cat do
    And two bodies are layin’ naked
    A creeper think he got nothin’ to lose
    So he creeps into this house, yeah
    And unlocks the door
    And as a man’s reaching for his trousers
    Shoots him full of thirty-eight holes

    Mr. Saturday night special
    Got a barrel that’s blue and cold
    Ain’t good for nothin’
    But put a man six feet in a hole

    Big Jim’s been drinkin’ whiskey
    And playin’ poker on a losin’ night
    And pretty soon ol’ Jim starts a thinkin’
    Somebody been cheatin’ and lyin’
    So Big Jim commence to fightin’
    I wouldn’t tell you no lie
    Big Jim done pulled his pistol
    Shot his friend right between the eyes

    Mr. Saturday night special
    Got a barrel that’s blue and cold
    Ain’t good for nothin’
    But put a man six feet in a hole

    Oh, it’s the Saturday night special, for twenty dollars you can buy yourself one too

    Hand guns are made for killin’
    They ain’t no good for nothin’ else
    And if you like to drink your whiskey
    You might even shoot yourself
    So why don’t we dump ’em people
    To the bottom of the sea
    Before some ol’ fool come around here
    Wanna shoot either you or me

    Mr. Saturday night special
    You got a barrel that’s blue and cold
    You ain’t good for nothin’
    But put a man six feet in a hole

    Mr. the Saturday night special
    And I’d like to tell you what you could do with it
    And that’s the end of the song