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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 Lou |
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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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What you 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 shaking like a leaf on a tree |
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'Cause he was lean and mean |
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Big and bad, Lord |
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Pointin' that gun at me |
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Oh, 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 wished you would let me |
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Ask one favor from you |
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Oh, won't you gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister |
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Gimme three steps towards the door |
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Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister |
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And you'll never see me no more |
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Oh, won't you gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister |
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Gimme three steps towards the door |
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Gimme three steps, 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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I'll be lookin' at a forty-four |
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Well, he turned and screamed at Linda Lou |
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And that's the break I was looking for |
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Well, you could hear me screaming a mile away |
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As I was headin' out towards the door |
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Oh, won't you gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister |
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Gimme three steps towards the door |
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Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister |
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And you'll never see me no more, for sure |
