| I was cutting the rug down at place called The Jug
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| With a girl named Linda Lou
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| When in walked a man 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 with the hair colored yellow,
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| Whatcha tryin' to prove?
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| 'Cause that’s my woman there and I’m a man who cares
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| And this might be all for you.'
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| I said, 'Excuse me.'
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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, mean, big and bad, Lord,
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| Pointin' that gun on me.
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| 'Oh, wait a minute, mister, 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 but I wish you’d let me Ask one favor from you.'
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| 'Say, won’t you
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| gimme three steps, gimme three steps, oh mister,
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| gimme three steps toward the door?
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| Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, oh mister,
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| and 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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| And the water fell on the floor.
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| And I’m telling you, son, it ain’t no fun
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| Staring straigth down 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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| I was headed out toward the door.
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| 'Say, won’t you
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| gimme three steps, gimme three steps, oh mister,
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| gimme three steps toward the door?
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| Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, oh mister,
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| and you’ll never see me no more.' |