About the Song

Conway Twitty’s “Saturday Night Special” is a spirited country-rock anthem that captures the excitement and anticipation of a weekend night out on the town. Originally released in 1980 as part of his album “Heart & Soul,” this upbeat track showcases Twitty’s versatile vocal range and dynamic performance style.

Written by Danny Morrison and Paul Gregg, “Saturday Night Special” is a high-energy song that celebrates the thrill of letting loose and having a good time. Twitty’s charismatic delivery infuses the song with a sense of fun and excitement, making it a favorite among fans of all ages.

Upon its release, “Saturday Night Special” received positive reception from both fans and critics alike. While it didn’t achieve significant chart success, it remains a beloved classic in Twitty’s extensive discography.

Throughout his illustrious career, Conway Twitty’s ability to connect with audiences through his music was unparalleled, and “Saturday Night Special” is a testament to his enduring appeal. Its infectious energy and catchy melody continue to resonate with listeners, serving as a reminder of the joy found in good music and good company.

As fans revisit Twitty’s music, “Saturday Night Special” remains a cherished favorite, evoking feelings of nostalgia and excitement for those who have experienced the thrill of a weekend night out. Its upbeat tempo and lively lyrics ensure that it remains a beloved classic in the world of country music.



Well, I was there to buy a pistol, she was there to hock her ring
The broker in the 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 eye 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 got to be is 21 or 15 if you lie
Just hand the man 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, 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
Well, 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 that drawer
For a simple golden wedding band, he paid $2000 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 got to be is 21 or 15 if you lie
But there’s a pawnshop in the city used to deal in everything
Ha, but you can’t buy a pistol there, you can’t hock your wedding ring