Lời bài hát: Bob Dylan. World Gone Wrong You. Broke Down Engine.

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, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lordy
Lordy, Lord

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

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, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord
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 make 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 right away daddy's weeping spell