| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan (arr)
1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. 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, Lord, Lordy,
Lord, Lordy, Lord,
Lordy, Lord.
5. 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.
6. 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.
7. 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 |
