| Song | Broke Down Engine |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | World Gone Wrong |
| 作词 : Traditional | |
| 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, lord, lordy, lord, lordy, lord, | |
| 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, lord, lordy, lord, lordy, lord, | |
| 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 take away daddy's weeping spell. |
| zuò cí : Traditional | |
| Broke Down Engine | |
| feel like a brokedown engine, ain' t got no drivin' wheel, | |
| Feel like a brokedown 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, lord, lordy, lord, lordy, lord, | |
| 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, lord, lordy, lord, lordy, lord, | |
| 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 brokedown engine, ain' t got no drive at all, | |
| Feel like a brokedown engine, ain' t got no drive at all. | |
| What make me love my woman, she can really do the georgia crawl. | |
| feel like a brokedown engine, ain' t got no whistle or bell, | |
| Feel like a brokedown engine, ain' t got no whistle or bell, | |
| If you' re a real hot momma, come take away daddy' s weeping spell. |