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