Gimme Three Steps

I was cutting the 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,

Watcha 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 fearing for my life.

I was shakin' like a leaf on a tree.

'Cause he was lean, mean,

Big and bad, Lord,

A Pointin' that gun at me.

I said, "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 give me 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

As the water fell on the floor.

And I'm telling you son,

Well, it ain't no fun

Staring straight down a forty-four.

Well he turned and screamed at Linda Lou

And that's the break I was looking for.

And you could hear me screaming a mile away

As I was headed out toward the door.

"Oh Won't you give me 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