| Sherry had a pawn shop band of gold | 
| A sink full of dishes and a love grown cold | 
| Along came a boy, pretty as the devil | 
| She took his hand, the whole thing unraveled | 
| There’s no turnin' round, it’s broke down | 
| Billy took the ring, jammed it in his pocket | 
| Drove down town and tried to hock it | 
| Down at the bottom of Lake Pontchartrain | 
| There’s a love note carved inside a wedding ring | 
| Broke down, cracked and shattered | 
| Left in pieces like it never even mattered | 
| Broke down, torn and frayed, ain’t nothin' left you could give away | 
| There’s no turnin' round, it’s broke down | 
| Ain’t no tellin' where love goes | 
| Maybe down where the black river flows | 
| Won’t be comin' back round, it’s broke down | 
| Baby in the back seat, and another on the way | 
| Sherry thinks of Billy at the end of every day | 
| Spends her nights waiting for real life to start | 
| Listening to the sound of her double crossed heart | 
| Broke down, cracked and shattered | 
| Left in pieces like it never even mattered | 
| There’s no turnin' round, it’s broke down | 
| On the other side of town, two lovers lie still | 
| Cigarette smokin' on a window sill | 
| There’s a picture locked up in an old suitcase | 
| Billy closes his eyes but he still sees her face | 
| Broke down, cracked and shattered | 
| Left in pieces like it never even mattered | 
| Broke down, torn and frayed, ain’t nothin' left you could give away | 
| There’s no turnin' round, it’s broke down, broke down |