Busted
Well, my bills are all due and the baby needs shoes and I'm busted
Cotton went down to a quarter a pound, and 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
Well, I went to my brother to ask for a loan for I was busted
I hate to beg like a dog without his bone, but I'm busted
Well, 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 calling on you 'cause I'm busted
Well, my bills are all due and the baby needs shoes and I'm busted
Cotton went down to a quarter a pound, and 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
Well, I am no thief, but a man can go wrong when he's busted
The food that we canned last summer is gone and I'm busted
The fields are all bare and the cotton won't grow
Me and my family got to pack up and go
And I'll make a living, just where I don't know 'cause I'm busted
I'm broke, no bread
Don't know what to do anymore
I don't know
But I'll find a way, yeah
Cotton went down to a quarter a pound, and 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
Well, I went to my brother to ask for a loan for I was busted
I hate to beg like a dog without his bone, but I'm busted
Well, 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 calling on you 'cause I'm busted
Well, my bills are all due and the baby needs shoes and I'm busted
Cotton went down to a quarter a pound, and 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
Well, I am no thief, but a man can go wrong when he's busted
The food that we canned last summer is gone and I'm busted
The fields are all bare and the cotton won't grow
Me and my family got to pack up and go
And I'll make a living, just where I don't know 'cause I'm busted
I'm broke, no bread
Don't know what to do anymore
I don't know
But I'll find a way, yeah
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Writer(s): Rebecca Lynn Howard, Rachel Thibodeau
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