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