Conway Twitty - Saturday Night Special Lyrics

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

Chorus:
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 (haha)
but you can't buy a pistol there and you can't hock your wedding ring