(Allen Collins, Ronnie Van Zant) 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 chorus: Oh, won't you Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister Gimme three steps toward the door? Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister And you'll never see me no more Oh, sure Well the crowd cleared away And I began to pray And the water fell on the floor And I'm telling you, son Well, it ain't no fun Staring straight 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 chorus Show me the back door
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