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The bills are all dues, the babies need shoes, I'm bustedCotton is down to a quarter a pound, I'm bustedGot a cow that's gone dry, hen that won't layA big stack of bill's get bigger each dayThe county gonna haul my belongings away, I'm bustedI called brother Bill to ask for a loan, I was bustedLord, I hate to beg like a dog for a bone, I'm bustedMy brother said, “There ain't a thing I can doMy wife and my kids, they're all down with the fluI was just thinkin' of callin' on you, I'm busted”Now Lord, I'm no thief but I can go wrong, I'm so bustedThe food that we canned last summer is gone, I'm bustedThe fields are all bare, the cotton won't growMe and my family's gotta pack up and goWhere I'll make a livin', Lord only knows I'm bustedWhere I'll make a livin', Lord only knows I'm busted From Letras Mania