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I was cuttin' 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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Lookin' 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 fearin' for my life |
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Shakin' like a leaf on a tree |
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'Cause he was lean and mean |
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And 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 wish you'd let me |
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Ask one favor from you" |
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I said, "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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You'll never see me no more" |
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Well the crowd cleared away and I began to pray |
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As the water fell on the floor |
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And I'm tellin' you son, well it ain't no fun |
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Starin' straight down a forty-four |
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Well he turned and screamed at Linda Lu |
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So break I was lookin' for |
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And you could hear me screamin' a mile away |
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As I was headed out towards the door |
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I said, "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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You'll never see me no more" |
