My bills are all due and the baby needs shoes And I'm busted Cotton is down to a quarter a pound But I'm busted I got a cow that went dry and a hen that won't lay A big stack of bills that gets bigger each day The county's gonna haul my belongings away 'cause I'm busted.
I went to my brother to ask for a loan 'cause I was busted I hate to beg like a dog without his bone But I'm busted My brother said there ain't a thing I can do My wife and my kids are all down with the flu And I was just thinking about callin' on you And I'm busted.
Well I am no thief but a man can go wrong When he's busted The food that we packed that last summer is gone And I'm busted The fields are all bare and the cotton won't grow Me and my fam'ly got to pack up and go But I'll make a living just where I don't know 'cause I'm busted.
Words and music by harlan howard (copyright 1962 tree publishing co.,inc.) International copyright secured All rights reserved.
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