Gimme Three Steps Songtext
von Alabama

I was cutting the rug
Down at a place called The 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
Whatcha tryin′ to prove?
'Cause that′s my woman there
And I'm a man who cares
This might be all for you"

Well I was scared and fearing for my life
I was shakin' like a leaf on a tree
′Cause he was lean, mean and big chad
Lord, pointin′ that gun at me


I said, "Wait a minute, mister
I didn't even kiss her
Got a one problem with you
And I know you don′t owe me
But I wish you would let me
Ask one favor from you"
How 'bout y′all, come on?

"Won't you give me three steps
Gimme three steps mister
Gimme three steps towards the door? (C′mon)
Gimme three steps
Gimme three steps, mister
And you'll never hear me no more" (c'mon)

Well the crowd cleared away
And I began to pray
And the water fell on the floor
And I′m telling you son
It ain′t no fun
Staring straight down a 44

Well he turned and screamed at Linda Lu
That's the chance I was looking for
And you would hear me screaming a mile away
As I was heading out towards the door
I believe in her, ha


"Won′t you give me three steps
Gimme three steps mister
Gimme three steps towards the door? (Oh, oh, oh)
Gimme three steps
Gimme three steps mister
And you'll never see me no more"
No more, here we go

Thank you Atlanta!
Thank you Lynyrd Skynyrd!