Broke Down Engine

Broke Down Engine - Mick Martin And The Blues Rockers

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 how a poor man feels

Been shooting craps and gambling

Momma and I done got broke

I've been shooting craps and gambling

Momma and I done got broke

I done pawned my pistol

All my best clothes have been sold

I feel lonely

Lonely lonely lonely lonely

I feel lonely

Lonely lonely lonely lonely

Lonely

Feel lonely lonely lonely

Lonely lonely

I went down in praying ground

Fell down on my knees

I went down in praying ground

Fell down on my bended knees

I ain't cryin' for no religion Lord

Give me back my good gal please

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

Can't you hear me

Rappin'

Rappin' on your door

Can't you hear me

Rappin'

Rappin' on your door

Can't you hear me rappin'

Rappin' on your door

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

Georgia crawl

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 right away daddy's weeping spell

Oh thanks mama