| Feel like a broke-down engine, ain’t got no drivin' wheel
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| Feel like a broke-down engine, ain’t got no drivin' wheel
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| 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
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| Been shooting craps and gambling, momma, and I done got broke
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| I done pawned my pistol, baby, my best clothes been sold
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| Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord
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| Lordy, Lord
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| I went down in my praying ground, fell on my bended knees
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| I went down in my praying ground, fell on my bended knees
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| 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
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| Give me back my baby, I won’t worry you no more
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| Don’t have to put her in my house, Lordy, just lead her to my door
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| Can’t you hear me, baby, rappin' on your door?
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| Can’t you hear me, baby, rappin' on your door?
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| 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
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| Feel like a broke-down engine, ain’t got no drive at all
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| 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
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| Feel like a broke-down engine, ain’t got no whistle or bell
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| If you’re a real hot momma, come take away Daddy’s weeping spell |