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    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
    [ fiddle ]
    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
    [ fiddle ]
    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

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    Composición: Harlan Howard

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