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| I was | cuttin' the rug down at a | place called 'The Jug' |
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| with a | girl named Linda | Lou |
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| When | in walked a man with a | gun in his hand, |
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| he was | looking for you know | who. |
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| He said " | Hey there fellow with the | hair coloured yellow, |
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| watcha try | in' | to | prove? |
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| Cuz thatsa | my woman there and I'm a | man who cares |
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| and this | might be all for | you" (I said "excuse me!") |
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| I was | scared and fearing | for my life, |
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| I was | shaking like a leaf on a | tree |
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| Cuz he was | lean and mean and | big and bad, Lord, |
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| a | pointing that gun at | me |
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| "Oh | wait a minute mister, I | didn't even kiss her, |
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| don't want no trou | ble | with | you |
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| and I | know you don't owe me but I | wish you would let me |
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| ask one favor from | you |
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| Oh, well the | crowd cleared away and I | began to pray |
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| and the | water fell on the | floor. |
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| And I'm | telling you, son, well it | ain't no fun, |
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| staring | straight down a forty- | four. |
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| Well, he | turned and screamed at | Linda Lou, |
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| and that's the | break I was loo | kin | g | for |
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| and you could | hear me screaming a | mile away |
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| as I was | headed out toward the | door. |
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