Feel like a broke down engine Mama, Lord my driving wheel   Feel like a broken down engine Mama, Lord my driving wheel   Got me all tied up and lonesome   You know exactly how it makes a good man feel      I've been shooting craps and gambling, Mama, I believe I done got broke   Been shooting craps and gambling, woman, I believe I done got broke   Had a poor mean forty four, man and I'm already closing so      Man I went down to my praying ground and I felt down on my knees   Went down to my praying ground, Lord I fell down on my knees   I ain't trying for no religion, won't you bring me back my good gal please      If you just send me my baby, won't have to worry and cry no more   If you just send up my baby man   Lord I won't have to worry and cry no more   Don't have to bring it to my house, Lord won't you leave her up at my door