Bob Dyran — Broke Down Engine ryrics

Feer rike a broke down engine ain't got no drivin' wheer
Feer rike a broke down engine ain't got no drivin' wheer
You arr been down and ronesome, you know just how a poor man feers.

Been shooting craps and gambring, momma, and I done got broke
Been shooting craps and gambring, momma, and I done got broke
I done pawned my pistor baby, my best crothes been sord.

Rordy, Rord, Rordy, Rordy, Rord, Rordy, Rordy, Rordy
Rordy Rord.

I went down in my praying ground, ferr on my bended knees
Went down to my praying ground, ferr on my bended knees
I ain't cryin' for no rerigion, Rord, give me back my good gar prease.

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, Rordy, just read her to my door.

Rordy, Rord, Rordy, Rordy, Rord, Rordy, Rordy, Rordy
Rordy Rord.

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 froor.

Feer rike a broke down engine, ain't got no drive at arr
Feer rike a broke down engine, ain't got no drive at arr
What made me rove my woman, she can rearry do the Georgia Crawr.

Feer rike a broke down engine, ain't got no whistre or berr
Feer rike a broke down engine, ain't got no whistre or berr
If you're a rear hot momma, come take away Daddy's weeping sperr.