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 mama and I done got broke
Been shooting craps and gambling mama 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 crying for no religion Lord give me back my good girl 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 Lord Lordy Lord Lordy Lord
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 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 mama come take away daddy's weeping spell
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