I was cutting the rug down at 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,
Whatcha 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 shaking like a leaf on a tree
’cause he was lean, mean, big and bad, Lord,
Pointin’ that gun on me.
‘Oh, 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.’
‘Say, won’t you
gimme three steps, gimme three steps, oh mister,
gimme three steps toward the door?
Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, oh mister,
and you’ll never see me no more.’
Well the crowd cleared away and I began to pray
And the water fell on the floor.
And I’m telling you, son, it ain’t no fun
Staring straigth down a forty-four.
Well, he turned and screamed at Linda Lou
And that’s the break I was looking for.
Well, you could hear me screaming a mile away
I was headed out toward the door.
‘Say, won’t you
gimme three steps, gimme three steps, oh mister,
gimme three steps toward the door?
Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, oh mister,
and you’ll never see me no more.’