| The bills are all due and my babies need shoes |
| But I’m busted |
| We’ve had hard times as they close down the mines |
| 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 |
| Tomorrow they’ll haul I belongs a way |
| We’re busted |
| Our friends are all leaving this old mining town |
| They’re busted |
| They’re heading up north where there’s work to be found |
| And trusted |
| Lord I hate to gave up this acre of land |
| It’s been in the family since mining began |
| But babies get hungry they don’t understand |
| That dad’s busted |
| I called brother Bill for I’d asked for a loan |
| Busted |
| Lord, I hate to beg like a dog for a bone |
| I’m busted |
| But Bill lost his job then the rents overdue |
| His wife and his kids are all down with the flu |
| He said I was thinking of calling on you |
| I’m busted |
| Now Lord, I am no thief, but a man to turn bad |
| When he’s busted |
| My babies ain’t well, and it’s driving me mad |
| I’m busted |
| I’ll sale that old green and I’ll give up the shack |
| Oh Billy, oh Suzy help momma get packed |
| We’re heading up north and we ain’t coming back |
| We’re busted |