Gimme Three Steps

i was cutting the rug down at 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,
whatcha tryin to prove?
cause thats my woman there and im a man who cares
and this might be all for you.
i said, excuse me.
i was scared and fearing for my life,
i was shaking like a leaf on a tree
cause he was lean, mean, big and bad, lord,
pointin that gun at me.
oh, wait a minute, mister, i didnt even kiss her.
dont want no trouble with you.
and i know you dont owe me but i wish youd let me
ask one favor from you.
oh, wont you
gimme three steps, gimme three steps, oh mister,
gimme three steps toward the door?
gimme three steps, gimme three steps, oh mister,
and youll 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 im telling you, son, it aint no fun
staring straigth down a forty-four.
well, he turned and screamed at linda lou
and thats the break i was looking for.
well, you could hear me screaming a mile away
as i was headed out toward the door.
oh, wont you
gimme three steps, gimme three steps, oh mister,
gimme three steps toward the door?
gimme three steps, gimme three steps, oh mister,
and youll never see me no more.
show me the back door
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