The bills are all due and my baby needs shoes

But I'm busted

Cotton is down to a quarter a pound

But I'm busted

I got a cow that's gone dry and a hen that won't lay

A big stack of bills that get bigger each day

The county's gonna haul my belongings away

I'm busted.



I called brother Bill, thought I'd get me a loan

I was busted

Lord, I hate to beg like a dog for a bone

But I'm 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 I was just thinkin' about callin' on you,

I'm busted."



Now Lord, I'm no thief, but a man can go wrong

When he's busted

The food that we canned last summer is gone

I'm busted

The fields are all bare and the cotton won't grow

Me and my family's gotta pack up and go

Where I'll make a living, the Lord only, knows

I'm busted