Bob Dylan — Broke Down Engine

[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord Lordy, Lord [Verse 3] 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 [Verse 4] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 5] 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 [Verse 6] 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 [Verse 7] 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