Busted Songtext
von Hazel Dickens

The bills are all due, the babies need shoes
I′m busted
Cotton is down, a quarter a pound
I'm busted

Got a cow that′s gone dry, hen that won't lay
A big stack of bills get bigger each day
County's gonna haul my belongings away
I′m busted

I called brother Bill to ask for a loan
I was busted
Lord, I hate to beg like a dog for a bone
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
I′m busted"

Now, Lord, I'm no thief, but I can go wrong
I′m so busted
The food that we canned last summer is gone
I'm busted

The fields are all bare, the cotton won′t grow
Me and my family's gotta pack up and go
Where I'll make a living, Lord only knows
I′m busted
Where I′ll make a living, Lord only knows
I'm busted