Broke Down Engine (feat. Del McCoury)

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
I’ve been all down and lonesome you know just how a poor man feels

been shooting craps, and Gamblin mama and I done got broke
Benn shooting craps in Gamblin
Mama and I done got broke
I’ve done pawn’d my pistol, my best clothes have done been sold

Lordy Lord Lord Lordy Lordy lord

I went down to my praying ground fell on my bended knee
I went down to my praying ground fell on my bended knee
I ain’t crying for no religion. Just give me back my good gal please.

Give me back my baby, and I won’t worry you no more
Give me back my baby, and I won’t worry you no more
Don’t have to put her in my house just leave her to my big front door

Lordy Lord Lord Lordy Lordy lord

Can’t you hear me baby knocking on your door.
Can’t you hear me baby knocking on your door
Now you hear me tapping tapping across your floor

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
You’re a real hot mama come take away your weeping spell

Lordy Lord Lord Lordy Lordy lord