Gimme Three Steps

Gimme Three Steps - Walter Trout

Written by：Ronnie Van Zant/Allen Collins

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

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 was scared and fearing for my life

I was shakin' like a leaf on a tree

'Cause he was lean mean

He was big and bad Lord

He was pointin' that gun at me

I said 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

Won't you give me three steps

Gimme three steps mister

Gimme three steps towards the door

Won't you give me three steps

Gimme three steps mister

You'll never see me no more

No more

Well the crowd cleared away

I began to pray

As the water fell on the floor

I'm telling you son

Well it ain't no fun

Staring down a forty-four

Well he turned and screamed at Linda Lou

That's the break I was looking for

You could hear me screaming a mile away

As I was headed out towards the door

Won't you give me three steps

Gimme three steps mister

Gimme three steps towards the door

Gimme three steps

Gimme three steps mister

You'll never see me no more

No more