Broke Down Engine
Blind Willie McTell Lyrics


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Feel like a broke down engine, mama
Ain't got no drivin' wheel, lord have mercy
Feel like a broke down engine, mama
Ain't got no drivin' wheel
You all been down and lonely
You know just how Willie McTell feels

But it's, Lordy Lord, Lordy, Lordy Lord
Lordy Lord, Lordy, Lordy Lord

I've been shooting craps and gambling
Good God, and I done got broke
I've been shooting craps and gambling
Sweet mama, and I done got broke
I done pawned my 33 special, good gal
And my clothes been sold

I even went down in my praying ground
Dropped down on bended knees
I went down to my praying ground
And dropped on bended knees
I ain't crying for no religion
Lordy, give me back my good girl please

But it's Lordy Lord, Lordy, Lordy Lord
Lordy Lord, Lordy, Lordy Lord, Lord, Lordy Lord

If you give me my baby
Lord, I won't worry you no more
If you give me my baby
Lord, I won't worry you no more
You ain't got to put her in my house
Lordy, only lead her to my door

Lordy, Lord

Don't you hear me, baby
Knocking on your door?
Don't you hear your daddy, mama
Knocking on your door?
Can't I get out singing, living 'n' tapping
Flatting, slip right across your floor





Lordy Lord, Lordy, Lordy Lord, Lordy Lord
Lordy, Lordy Lord

Overall Meaning

In Blind Willie McTell's song Broke Down Engine, the singer vividly describes the feeling of being broken down and worn out, comparing it to a engine without a driving wheel. He laments on the fact that he has been down and lonely and must constantly face the difficulties of life, just like any machine that often needs to be repaired to function properly. Despite the hardships he faces, he recognizes that he is not alone in his struggles, and that anyone who has ever felt down and out surely understands and can relate to his pain. However, he remains hopeful, believing that if his lost love were to return to him, he would be able to move forward in life and regain his strength.


The songโ€™s structure is very simple, with the verses being a simple AABB rhyme structure, accompanied by a repeating chant-like refrain of โ€œLordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordโ€ emphasizing McTell's pain while simultaneously drawing parallels to religious call and response hymns. The song uses a handful of common blues themes, including gambling, loss of possessions, and pleading for love. A standout line speaks of his prayer for the return of his love, repeating โ€œLordy give me back my good girl please.โ€ The repetition and use of religious language underscores the deeply emotional and spiritual nature of the Blues.


Line by Line Meaning

Feel like a broke down engine, mama
I feel so exhausted and broken, like a train that is unable to move, mama


Ain't got no drivin' wheel, lord have mercy
I have lost the most important part of me, the driving force to keep moving forward, oh Lord help me


You all been down and lonely
If you have ever felt hopeless and lost, then you know exactly how I feel


You know just how Willie McTell feels
You can empathize with my pain because you have been in my shoes


I've been shooting craps and gambling
I have been taking risky actions and it has led me to a bad situation


Good God, and I done got broke
Oh my God, I have lost all my money and now I am penniless


I done pawned my 33 special, good gal
I sold my valuable possession, my 33 special, oh dear


And my clothes been sold
I even had to sell my own clothes in order to survive


I went down to my praying ground
I went to a sacred place where I usually pray


And dropped on bended knees
I bowed down in humility and submission


I ain't crying for no religion
I am not asking for any religious favor in particular


Lordy, give me back my good girl please
Oh Lord, please bring my loved one back to me, that's all I am asking for


If you give me my baby
If you would only bring my love back to me


Lord, I won't worry you no more
I promise to stop bothering you and asking for your help if you do this one thing for me


You ain't got to put her in my house
You don't have to go to great lengths, just bring her to my doorstep


Lordy, only lead her to my door
Please guide her to my door, oh Lord


Don't you hear me, baby
Can't you hear me knocking on your door, my love?


Knocking on your door?
Asking to be let in to your life once again?


Can't I get out singing, living 'n' tapping
Can we not enjoy our time together, singing and dancing like old times?


Flatting, slip right across your floor
May I come in and move smoothly on your floor, my love?




Lyrics ยฉ Peermusic Publishing
Written by: WILLIE MCTELL

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Cecil B. Music

Feel like a broke down engine, mama
Ain't got no drivin' wheel, lord have mercy
Feel like a broke down engine, mama
Ain't got no drivin' wheel
You all been down and lonley
You know just how Willie McTell feels
But it's, Lordy Lord, Lordy, Lordy Lord
Lordy Lord, Lordy, Lordy Lord
I've been shooting craps and gambling
Good God, and I done got broke
I've been shooting craps and gambling
Sweet mama, and I done got broke
I done pawned my 33 special, good gal
And my clothes been sold
I even went down in my praying ground
Dropped down on bended knees
I went down to my praying ground
And dropped on bended knees
I ain't crying for no religion
Lordy, give me back my good girl please
But it's Lordy Lord, Lordy, Lordy Lord
Lordy Lord, Lordy, Lordy Lord, Lord, Lordy Lord
If you give me my baby
Lord, I won't worry you no more
If you give me my baby
Lord, I won't worry you no more
You ain't got to put her in my house
Lordy, only lead her to my door
Lordy, Lord
Don't you hear me, baby
Knocking on your door?
Don't you hear your daddy, mama
Knocking on your door?
Can't I get out singing, living 'n' tapping
Flatting, slip right across your floor
Lordy Lord, Lordy, Lordy Lord, Lordy Lord
Lordy, Lordy Lord



Bradley Battles

I think wille should be just as famous as lead belly and the like hes Epic talented!?
he was way before his time*!

( hed be a millionaire if he could have been in the UK in the 1960's!? Lol they were Desperate for good True blues almost none except the biggest made it over there cuz licencing etc)

Hes part of the original breed with music flowing from them like it was Breathing!?!?
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Hes my new favorite



All comments from YouTube:

morristonian

Blind Willie has his own style and I love.

Prince GayBlack

Willie was so different from everyone else; staying on rhythm with is somethings intuitive and other tomrd it is beyond ridiculously, irritatingly impossible; he literally took the blues and created his own genre that, I suppose, we've yet to give a name to.

I loโคe his sweet voice.

lynette komidar

Piedmont Blues

Michael Emory

Such a nice touch with a beautiful voice.

Ruth Dixon

mctell returned repeatedly to this song throughout his recording career, but it was never more powerful than in this 1931 version.

Cecil B. Music

Feel like a broke down engine, mama
Ain't got no drivin' wheel, lord have mercy
Feel like a broke down engine, mama
Ain't got no drivin' wheel
You all been down and lonley
You know just how Willie McTell feels
But it's, Lordy Lord, Lordy, Lordy Lord
Lordy Lord, Lordy, Lordy Lord
I've been shooting craps and gambling
Good God, and I done got broke
I've been shooting craps and gambling
Sweet mama, and I done got broke
I done pawned my 33 special, good gal
And my clothes been sold
I even went down in my praying ground
Dropped down on bended knees
I went down to my praying ground
And dropped on bended knees
I ain't crying for no religion
Lordy, give me back my good girl please
But it's Lordy Lord, Lordy, Lordy Lord
Lordy Lord, Lordy, Lordy Lord, Lord, Lordy Lord
If you give me my baby
Lord, I won't worry you no more
If you give me my baby
Lord, I won't worry you no more
You ain't got to put her in my house
Lordy, only lead her to my door
Lordy, Lord
Don't you hear me, baby
Knocking on your door?
Don't you hear your daddy, mama
Knocking on your door?
Can't I get out singing, living 'n' tapping
Flatting, slip right across your floor
Lordy Lord, Lordy, Lordy Lord, Lordy Lord
Lordy, Lordy Lord

Richard Kuklinsky

This man...this man , oh Lordy Lord!!!

Gustavo Ballarin

so good!

don robertson

Bob Dylan paid tribute to him.

Politicamente Incorrecto

El ciego Willie McTell, uno de los mรกs grandes bluseros que existieron.

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