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Broke Down Engine |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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