Saturday Night Special ft. Rand Anderson Lyrics

Down in the French quarter

They got just what you want

Orphan girls and runaways

La Maison Du Soleil Levant

Tell them that I sent you

And ask for Lulu White

For the finest fleur-de-lis

Of all them ladies of the night

All the gamblers and the grifters

Out looking for a thrill

They're waiting in line all night long

For the queen of Storyville

The angel from Evangeline

She rules the avenue

They say she got her boiling blood

From that big, old Chief Mamou

So if you're picking up

What I'm putting down

You're bound to find some trouble

On the shady side of town

Keep a pistol in your pocket

And your money in your shoe

The Saturday night special

She gonna make a mess of you

S'il vous plaît, écoutez

She whispered in my ear

I know a place that we can go

When you get me out of here

And if you have some money

We can have some fun

We'll spend the rest of our days

Like a rabbit on the run

So if you're picking up

What I'm putting down

You're bound to find some trouble

On the shady side of town

Keep a pistol in your pocket

And your money in your shoe

The Saturday night special

She gonna make a mess of you