Lyrics Gimme Three Steps - Live in Atlantic City - Lynyrd Skynyrd
I
was
cutting
a
rug
Down
at
a
place
called
Jug
With
a
girl
named
Linda
Lu
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
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
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
would
let
me
Ask
one
favor
from
you
Oh,
won't
you
give
me
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
telling
you
son
Well,
it
ain't
no
fun
Staring
straight
down
a
forty-four
Well,
he
turned
and
screamed
at
Linda
Lu
And
that's
the
break
I
was
looking
for
And
you
could
hear
me
screaming
a
mile
away
As
I
was
headed
out
towards
the
door
Oh,
won't
you
give
me
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
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