Wanda Jackson
Текст песни Busted

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