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I was cutting the rug |
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Down at a place called The Jug |
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With a girl named Linda Lu |
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When in walked a man |
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With a gun in his hand |
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And he was looking for you know who. |
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He said, 'Hey there fellow, |
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With the hair colored yellow, |
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Watcha tryin' to prove? |
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'Cause that's my woman there |
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And I'm a man who cares |
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And this might be all for you.' |
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I was scared and fearing for my life. |
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I was shakin' like a leaf on a tree. |
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'Cause he was lean, mean, |
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Big and bad, Lord, |
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Pointin' that gun at me. |
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I said, 'Wait a minute, mister, |
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I didn't even kiss her. |
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Don't want no trouble with you. |
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And I know you don't owe me |
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But I wish you'd let me |
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Ask one favor from you.' |
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'Won't you give me three steps, |
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Gimme three steps mister, |
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Gimme three steps towards the door? |
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Gimme three steps |
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Gimme three steps mister, |
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And you'll never see me no more.' |
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Well the crowd cleared away |
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And I began to pray |
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As the water fell on the floor. |
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And I'm telling you son, |
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Well, it ain't no fun |
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Staring straight down a forty-four. |
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Well he turned and screamed at Linda Lu |
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And that's the break I was looking for. |
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And you could hear me screaming a mile away |
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As I was headed out towards the door. |
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(Chorus) |
