[Intro]

    
            


[Verse 1]

             
I was cuttin' 

              
the rug down a

    
t a place call

ed 'The Jug' 
             
with a girl na

          
med Linda Lou 
             
When in walked

              
 a man with a 


gun in his han

d,
             
he was looking

              
 for you know 


who. 
             
He said "Hey t

              
here fellow wi

       
th the hair co

loured yellow,

 
            
   watcha tryi

#    
n' to prove? 
             
Cuz thatsa my 

              
woman there an

        
d I'm a man wh

o cares 
             
and this might

            
 be all for yo

u"  (I said "e

xcuse me!")


[Solo]

    


[Verse 2]

             
I was scared a

           
nd fearing for

 my life,
             
I was shaking 

              
like a leaf on

   
 a tree 
             
Cuz he was lea

              
n and mean and

 
 big and bad, 

Lord, 
             
a pointing tha

         
t gun at me 
             
"Oh wait a min

              
ute mister, I 


didn't even ki

ss her, 
             
   don't want 

           
no trouble wit

  
h you 
             
and I know you

              
 don't owe me 

      
but I wish you

 would let me 
             
ask one favor 

     
from you


[Chorus]

              
Oh, won't you 

             
gimme three st

           
eps, gimme thr

ee steps miste

r, 
             
gimme three st

              
eps toward the

 
 door? 
             
Gimme three st

           
eps, gimme thr

ee steps miste

r 
             
and you'll nev

             
er see me no m

ore. For sure"


[Solo]

            


[Verse 3]

             
Oh, well the c

              
rowd cleared a

          
way and I bega

n to pray 
             
and the water 

            
fell on the fl

oor.
             
And I'm tellin

              
g you, son, we

      
ll it ain't no

 fun, 
             
staring straig

              
ht down a fort

  
y-four. 
             
Well, he turne

              
d and screamed

    
 at Linda Lou,

 
              
and that's the

             
 break I was l

    
ooking for 
              
and you could 

             
hear me scream

      
ing a mile awa

y 
             
as I was heade

              
d out toward t

   
he door. 


[Chorus]

              
Oh, won't you 

             
gimme three st

           
eps, gimme thr

ee steps miste

r, 
             
gimme three st

              
eps toward the

 
 door? 
             
Gimme three st

           
eps, gimme thr

ee steps miste

r 
             
and you'll nev

             
er see me no m

ore. (Show me 

the back door)


[Outro]

            

(repeat and fade)