Gimme Three Steps

I was cutting the 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,
Watcha tryin to prove?

Cause thats my woman there
And Im 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 shakin like a leaf on a tree.

Cause he was lean, mean,
Big and bad, Lord,
A Pointin that gun at me.

I said, 'Wait a minute, mister,
I didnt even kiss her.
Dont want no trouble with you.

And I know you dont owe me
But I wish youd let me
Ask one favor from you.'

'Oh Wont you give me three steps,
Gimme three steps mister,
Gimme three steps towards the door?

Gimme three steps
Gimme three steps mister,
And youll never see me no more.'

For sure

Well the crowd cleared away
And I began to pray
As the water fell on the floor.

And Im telling you son,
Well, it aint no fun
Staring straight down a forty-four.

Well he turned and screamed at Linda Lou
And thats the break I was looking for.

And you could hear me screaming a mile away
As I was headed out toward the door.

'Oh Wont you give me three steps,
Gimme three steps mister,
Gimme three steps towards the door?

Gimme three steps
Gimme three steps mister,
And youll never see me no more.'

Show me the back door