Intro
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| I was c | utting the rug, down at place called The Jug |
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| With a g | irl 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 w | ho |
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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 |
I said, "Excuse me"
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| I was s | cared and fearing for my life |
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| I was s | haking 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 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 toward your | 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
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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, well, it ain’t no fun |
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| Staring | straight 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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| And you could | hear me screaming a mile away |
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| As I was | headed out toward your | door |
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| Oh won’t you | gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister |
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| Gimme | three steps toward your | door |
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| Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister |
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| And you’ll | never see me no | more |
Show me the back door
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