Broke Down Engine - Bob Dylan
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, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy Lordy Lord. I went down in my praying ground, fell on my bended knees Went down to 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. Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy Lordy Lord. 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 made 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.
Artist: Bob Dylan
Title: Broke Down Engine