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, 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 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



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 momma, come take away Daddy´s weeping spell