Broke Down Engine, Pt. 1 - Blind Willie McTell

Feel like a broke-down engine, ain’t got no drivin' wheel

Feel like a broke-down engine, ain’t got no drivin' wheel

You all been down and lonesome, you know just how a poor man feels

Been shooting craps and gambling, momma, and I done got broke

Been shooting craps and gambling, momma, and I done got broke

I done pawned my pistol, baby, my best clothes been sold

Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord

Lordy, Lord

I went down in my praying ground, fell on my bended knees

I went down in my praying ground, fell on my bended knees

I ain’t cryin' for no religion, Lord, give me back my good gal please

If you give me back my baby, I won’t worry you no more

Give me back my baby, I won’t worry you no more

Don’t have to put her in my house, Lordy, just lead her to my door

Can’t you hear me, baby, rappin' on your door?

Can’t you hear me, baby, rappin' on your door?

Now you hear me tappin', tappin' across your floor

Feel like a broke-down engine, ain’t got no drive at all

Feel like a broke-down engine, ain’t got no drive at all

What make me love my woman, she can really do the Georgia Crawl

Feel like a broke-down engine, ain’t got no whistle or bell

Feel like a broke-down engine, ain’t got no whistle or bell

If you’re a real hot momma, come take away Daddy’s weeping spell