Oh my bills are all due
And the baby need shoes 'cause I'm busted
Cotton is down to a quarter
A pound but I'm 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
My belongings away, 'cause I'm busted

I went to my brother
To ask for a loan, I'm busted
I hate to beg like a dog
For a 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"
"I was just thinking
Of calling on you, 'cause I'm busted"

Well I am no thief
But a gal can go wrong when she's busted
The food that I canned last summer
Is gone and I'm busted

The fields are all bare
And the cotton won't grow
So me and my kids
Gotta pack up and go
But I'll make a living
Just where I don't know
'Cause I'm busted

Yeah I'm broke
Flat broke
No bread
I mean nothing

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Writer(s): ROB THOMAS