Ooh!
I was cuttin' a rug down at a place called "The Jug"
With a girl named Linda Lou
When in walked a man with a gun in his hand
And he was looking for you know who
He said, "Hey, there, fellow with the hair colored yellow
Whatchu tryin' to prove?
'Cause that's my woman there and I'm a man who cares
And this might be all for you"
I said, "Excuse me?"
I was scared and fearin' for my life
I was shakin' like a leaf on a tree
'Cause he was lean, mean
Big and bad, Lord, and pointin' that gun at me
"Oh, wait a minute, mister, I didn't even kiss her
Don't want no trouble with you
And I know you don't owe me
But I wish you'd let me ask one favor from you"
"Oh, won't you gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister
Gimme three steps towards the door?
Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister
And you'll never see me no more
For sure"
Well, the crowd cleared away and I began to pray
And the water fell on the floor
And I'm tellin' you, son, well, it ain't no fun
Starin' straight down a .44
Well, he turned and screamed at Linda Lou
And that's the break I was lookin' for
And you could hear me screamin' a mile away
As I was headed out toward your door
"Oh, won't you gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister
Gimme three steps towards the door?
Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister
And you'll never see me no more"
Show me the back door
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