Broke Down Engine No. 2

Feel like a broke down engine, mama
 Ain't got no drivin' wheel, lord have mercy
 Feel like a broke down engine, mama
 Ain't got no drivin' wheel
 You all been down and lonley
 You know just how Willie McTell feels
 But it's, Lordy Lord, Lordy, Lordy Lord
 Lordy Lord, Lordy, Lordy Lord
 I've been shooting craps and gambling
 Good God, and I done got broke
 I've been shooting craps and gambling
 Sweet mama, and I done got broke
 I done pawned my 33 special, good gal
 And my clothes been sold
 I even went down in my praying ground
 Dropped down on bended knees
 I went down to my praying ground
 And dropped on bended knees
 I ain't crying for no religion
 Lordy, give me back my good girl please
 But it's Lordy Lord, Lordy, Lordy Lord
 Lordy Lord, Lordy, Lordy Lord, Lord, Lordy Lord
 If you give me my baby
 Lord, I won't worry you no more
 If you give me my baby
 Lord, I won't worry you no more
 You ain't got to put her in my house
 Lordy, only lead her to my door
 Lordy, Lord
 Don't you hear me, baby
 Knocking on your door?
 Don't you hear your daddy, mama
 Knocking on your door?
 Can't I get out singing, living 'n' tapping
 Flatting, slip right across your floor
 Lordy Lord, Lordy, Lordy Lord, Lordy Lord
 Lordy, Lordy Lord