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 all been down and lonesome, you know how a poor man feels 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, my best clothes been sold Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lord I went down in my praying ground and fell on bended knees I went down in my praying ground and fell on bended knees I ain't crying for no religion, Lordy, give me back my good girl please If you give me back my baby, I won't worry you no more If you give me my baby, I won't worry you no more You anit got to put her in my house, Lordy, only lead her to my door Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord 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? Now you hear me tappin', tappin' across your floor Feel like a broke down engine, ain't got no drivers 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, Lord, Lordy, Lord 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's a real hot mama, drive away daddy's weeping spell And I won't be back no more, Baby

Delia, Delia, how can it be? You love that old rounder, but you don't love me Well, that's one more rounder gone Delia, Delia sitting all around Some of your old rounders gonna pay my way back home Sitting on the housetop, high as I can see You love that old rounder, but you don't love me Delia's poor mother took a trip out West When she returned, Delia lyin' in rest Delia's mother wept, Delia's father moaned They'd have wanted their poor child to die at home Rubber tired buggy, two-seated hack Took Delia to the graveyard, never brought her back Kenny lookin' high, Kenny lookin' low Shot poor Delia with that hated .44 Delia, Delia, wouldn't take no one's advice Last words I heard her say were, "Jesus Christ!" Judge said to Kenny, "Here's a natural fact: You going to wait in jail till Delia come back" Kenny's in the basement, drinking from a silver cup Delia's in the graveyard, never come back up Kenny said to judge, "What's the fuss about? Just that no good woman trying to put me out"

Little Jesse was a gambler, night and day He used crooked cards and dice Sinful guy, good hearted but had no soul Heart was hard and cold like ice Jesse was a wild reckless gambler Won a gang of change Altho' a many gambler's heart he led in pain Began to spend a-loose his money Began to be blue, sad and all alone His heart had even turned to stone What broke Jesse's heart while he was blue and all alone Sweet Lorena packed up and gone Police walked up and shot my friend Jesse down Boys I got to die today He had a gang of crapshooters and gamblers at his bedside Here are the words he had to say: Guess I ought to know Exactly how I wants to go (How you wanna go, Jesse?) Eight crapshooters to be my pallbearers Let 'em be veiled down in black I want nine men going to the graveyard, bubba And eight men comin back I want a gang of gamblers gathered 'round my coffin-side Crooked card printed on my hearse Don't say the crapshooters'll never grieve over me My life been a doggone curse Send poker players to the graveyard Dig my grave with the ace of spades I want twelve polices in my funeral march High sheriff playin' blackjack, lead the parade I want the judge and solic'ter who jailed me 14 times Put a pair of dice in my shoes (then what?) Let a deck of cards be my tombstone I got the dyin' crapshooter's blues Sixteen real good crapshooters Sixteen bootleggers to sing a song Sixteen racket men gamblin' Couple tend bar while I'm rollin' along He wanted 22 womens outta the Hampton Hotel 26 off-a South Bell 29 women outta North Atlanta Know little Jesse didn't pass out so swell His head was achin', heart was thumpin' Little Jesse went to hell bouncin' and jumpin' Folks, don't be standin' around ol' Jesse cryin' He wants everybody to do the charleston whilst he dyin' One foot up, a toenail dragging Throw my buddy Jesse in the hoodoo wagon Come here mama with that can of booze The dyin crapshooter's - leavin' the world The dyin' crapshooter's - goin' down slow With the dyin' crapshooter's blues

Good Lord, good Lord, send me an angel down Can't spare you no angel, I'll spare you you a teasin' brown That new way of loving, swear to God it must be the best All these Georgia women won't let Mr. McTell rest There was a cry down on the corner, I wondered who could it be Oh see, was the womens tryin' to get to me Went down to the shed, with my suitcase in my hand All the women run cryin', saying, "Mr. Mac, won't you be my man?" And my mother, she told me, when I was a boy playing mama begged Don't drink no black cow milk and don't eat no black hen's egg My baby studyin' evil, and I'm studyin' evil too I'm gonna hang round here to see what my babe gon' do I can't be trusted, and I can't be satisfied When the men see me comin' they go to pinning their women to their side About my loving, take it any time of day Now to get my right lovin', I'm going to Georgia right away I got three women, and they're yellow, brown and black Take the governor of Georgia to judge the one I like One then's Atlanta yellow, another one Macon brown But the Statesboro darkskin will turn your damper down So bye bye mama, I'll see you some sweet day You'll be awful sorry you drove your McTell away

Now looka here mama let me tell you this If you wants to get crooked I'm gonna give you my fist You might read from Revelations back to Genesee But if you get crooked, your southern can belongs to me Ain't no need you bringin no jive to me Cause your southern can is mine Might go uptown have me arrested and have me put in jail Some hotshot got money come and throw my bail Soon as I get out, hit the ground Your southern can worth two dollar, half a pound Ain't no need of bringing no stuff to me Cause your southern can is mine You might take it from the south you might carry it up north But understand you can't rule or either be my boss Take it from the east, hide it in the west When I get it mama, your can won't see no rest Ain't no need of bringing no stuff to me Cause your southern can is mine (in the morning) Your southern can belongs to me (I'm not dreamin) Your southern can belongs to me Ah ashes to ashes mama, and sin to sin Every time I hit you you'll think I've got a dozen hands Give you a punch through that barb-wire fence Every time I hit you you'll say I've got no sense Ain't no need of bringing no stuff to me Cause your southern can is mine (every bit of it) Southern can belongs to me Get me a brick out of my backyard Give you the devil if you get kinda hard Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey Cause your southern can is mine (you hear me cryin) Southern can belongs to me Spank it a little bit, boy (guitar run) Ah, your southern can is mine Now if I catch ya mama down in the heart of town Take me a bran-new brick and tear your can on down Ain't no need you bringin no stuff to me Because your southern can belongs to me (I'm talkin to ya) Your southern can belongs to me You may be deathbed sick and mama and graveyard bound I'll make your can moan like a hound Ain't no need you bringin no stuff to me Because your southern can is mine (you hear me talkin) Southern can belongs to me (Guitar run) Oh spank it like that The way Ruthie Mae likes it Cause your southern can is mine Sit there unsteady with your eyes all red What I said get your grandma dead Ain't no need of bringing no jive to me Cause your southern can is mine You got to stop your barkin and raising the deuce I'll grab you mama and turn every way but loose Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey Cause your southern can belongs to me (every bit of it) Southern can belongs to me (Guitar run.) Aww, whup it boy, that's the way the people like that thing Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey Cause your southern can is mine (you hear me talkin) Your southern can belongs to me Might twiddle like a tadpole Let it jump like a frog Every time I hit it you'll holler God oh God Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey Cause your southern can is mine (you hear me talkin) Southern can belongs to me Now play it a little bit, just whup it Aww shucks. Play that thing boy Southern can belo-ongs to me

Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low Have you got the nerve to drive Papa McTell from your door? My mother died and left me reckless, my daddy died and left me wild, wild, wild Mother died and left me reckless, Daddy died and left me wild, wild, wild No, I'm not good lookin' but I'm some sweet woman's angel child She's a mighty mean woman, to do me this a-way She's a mighty mean woman, to do me this a-way When I leave this town, pretty mama, I'm going away to stay I once loved a woman, better than any I'd ever seen I once loved a woman, better than any I'd ever seen Treat me like I was a king and she was a dog-gone queen Sister, tell your Brother, Brother tell your Auntie Now Auntie, tell your Uncle, Uncle tell my Cousin, now Cousin tell my friend Goin' up the country, Mama, don't you want to go? May take me a fair brown, may take one or two more Big Eighty left Savannah, Lord, and did not stop You ought to saw that colored fireman when he got them boiler hot You can reach over in the corner, Mama, and hand me my travelin' shoes You know by that, I've got them Statesboro blues Mama, Sister got 'em, Auntie got 'em Brother got 'em, friends got 'em, I got 'em Woke up this morning, we had them Statesboro blues I looked over in the corner, Grandma and Grandpa had 'em too