Broke Down Engine
(Blind Willie McTell)
Feel like a broke down engine mama,
Lord my driving wheel
Feel like a broken down engine mama,
Lord my driving wheel
Got me all tied up and lonesome,
you know exactly how it makes a good man feel
I've been shooting craps and gambling,
mama I believe I done got broke
Been shooting craps and gambling,
woman I believe I done got broke
Had a poor mean forty four,
man I'm already closing so
Man I went down to my praying ground
and I felt down on my knees
Went down to my praying ground,
Lord I fell down on my knees
I ain't trying for no religion,
won't you bring me back my good gal please
If you just send me my baby,
won't have to worry and cry no more
If you just send up my baby man,
Lord I won't have to worry and cry no more
Don't have to bring to my house,
Lord won't you leave her up at my door
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