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 thinking about calling on you
Cause I'm busted"
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 living
The Lord only knows
I'm busted