Busted

Well the bills are all due and the babies need shoes but I’m busted
And cotton is down to a quarter a pound but I’m busted
Well the cow’s gone dry and my hens won’t lay
A big stack of bills that get bigger every day
And the county’s gonna haul my belongings away cause I’m busted

Well I called on my brother to ask for a loan cause I was busted
I said son I hate to beg like a dog for a bone but I’m busted
Well my brother said son I’m afraid there ain’t a thing I can do
I’m so broke I could really use a dollar or two
Matter of fact I was thinkin’ bout calling on you cause I’m busted

[ guitar ]

Now the Lord knows I ain’t no thief but a man can go wrong when he’s busted
All the food that we canned last summer is gone and we’re busted
Well the fields are all bare the cotton won’t grow
And me and my family got to pack up and go
Where I’ll make a livin’ the Lord only knows I’m busted