My bills are all due and the babies need shoes
And I'm busted
Cotton is down to a quarter a pound
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

I went to my brother to ask for a loan
I was 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 thinkin' about callin' on you
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 gotta pack up and go
I'll make a living, but how, I don't know
'Cause I'm busted

No bread, I mean nothin'

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Writer(s): Harlan Howard