โหลดเพลง mp3 Broke Down Engine - Bob Dylan

Broke Down Engine - Bob Dylan
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.

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, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy
Lordy Lord.

I went down in my praying ground, fell on my bended knees

Went down to my praying ground, fell 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.

Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy
Lordy Lord.

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.

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 made me love my woman, she can really do the 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 take away Daddy's weeping spell.