The bills are all due and the babies need shoes but we're busted
Cotton is down to a quarter a pound and we're busted
Got a cow that's gone dry and a hen that won't lay
A big stack of bills that gets bigger each day
The county's gonna haul our belongings away we're busted
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I called brother Bill thought I'd ask for a loan we're busted
Now we hate to beg like a dog for a bone but we're busted
But Bill said that there ain't a thing I can do
My wife and my kids are all down with the flu
And we were just thinking of calling on you we're busted
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Now we are not thieves but you sure can go wrong when you're busted
That food that we canned last summer is gone we're busted
The fields are all bare and the cotton won't grow
So me and my family must pack up and go
Where we'll make a living the Lord only knows we're busted
