| Lyrics: | I was cutting the rug
Down at a place called The Jug
With a girl named Linda Lu
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
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,
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."
"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."
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 Lu
And that's the break I was looking for.
And you could hear
me screaming a mile away
As I was headed out towards the door.
"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." |
