Gimme Three Steps

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I was cuttin' a rug
Down at a 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 fearin' for my life
I was shakin' like a leaf on a tree
'Cause he was lean, mean
Big and bad, Lord
Pointin' that gun at 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"

"Oh, won't you gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister
Gimme three steps towards the door?
Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister
And you'll never see me no more
For sure"

Well, the crowd cleared away
And I began to pray
And the water fell on the floor
And I'm tellin' you, son
Well, it ain't no fun
Starin' straight down a .44

Well, he turned and screamed at Linda Lou
And that's the break I was lookin' for
And you could hear me screamin' a mile away
As I was headed out toward your door

"Oh, won't you gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister
Gimme three steps towards the door?
Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister
And you'll never see me no more"
Show me the back door



Credits
Writer(s): Allen Collins, Ronnie Van Zant
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