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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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Whatcha 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 toward 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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And 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 lookin' for |
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And you could hear me screaming |
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A mile away |
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As I was headed out toward the door |
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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 toward 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" |
