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