Busted

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

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

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