- I won't be back no more, baby.
Version Blind Willie McTell:
Feel like a broke down engine, ain't got no drivin' wheel,
Feel like a broke down engine, mama, ain't got no drivin' wheel.
You've been down and lonesome, you know how a poor man feel.
I been shooting craps and gambling, mama, and I done got broke,
I been shooting craps and gambling, honey, and I done got broke.
I done pawned my pistol, mama an' my best clothes been sold.
Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lord ...
I went down in my praying ground and fell on my bended knees,
I went down to my praying ground and fell on bended knees.
I ain't crying for no religion, Lord an' give me back my good girl please.
As you give me my baby, Lord, I won't worry you no more,
As you give me my baby, I won't worry you no more.
You don't have to put her in my house, Lordy, only lead her to my door.
Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lord ...
Don't you hear me, baby, rappin' on your door?
Don't you hear your daddy, rappin' on your door?
[?] ... across your floor.
Feel like a broke down engine, ain't got no drive at all,
Feel like a broke down engine, mama, ain't got no drive at all.
What makes me love my woman, she can really do the
Georgia crawl.
Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lord ...
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 the real hot mama, come take away daddy's weeping spell.