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  1. Feeling Busted

Here we have music performer in a down and out situation where he's giving up on life in Cuba. He sells his Nudie Cohn rhinestone suit and finds he way to a boat headed to Florida. He works his way to New York City where he starts out again, but now as a busker on the street to "make ends meet"....a story of hope and dreams, the great American Dream!

Lyrics

“Feeling Busted”
By: Rick Landers © 2018

A G
I’m driving in my Hawk
D A
Decked out in naugahyde inside
G A
I’m smoking my Cuban cheroot
G
My heart is on a bend
D A
Havana Moon is on the rise
G
Just sold my favorite rhinestone
A G-D
Nudie suit
A G-D
I’m feeling busted
A
(Some can’t be trusted)

C-D-A-G-A

A G
Well, I found myself in a boatload
D A
Of Yanqui wannabe’s
G A
We landed somewhere up the Florida coast
G
And I’m heading up North
D A
Where’s it’s as cold as it might be
G A G D
I don’t think I’ll give up my ghost
A G-D
I’m feeling busted
A
(Some can’t be trusted)
C
Never felt this low before
D
I feel just like a rolling stone
A G
And you got me
A
You got me
C
Never felt this low before
D
I feel just like a rolling stone
A G
And you got me
A
You got me

(INSTRUMENTAL BREAK)
A G
Well, I’m sitting in Penn Station
D A
Just left the Five and Dime
G
Got my blue jeans, my flannel shirt
A
And boots
G D A
A little girl yonder hands me a bottle of Ripple wine
G
I don’t think that’s where I’ll find
A G D

My truth
A G D
I’m feeling busted
A
(Some can’t be trusted)
D
I’ve been down before

I’ve slammed that kitchen door
A
And I’m on my way
D
I broke that ball and chain

I won’t be back again
A G D
No way
A G D
I’m feeling busted

A
(Some can’t be trusted)
G
I’m hanging in New York City
D A
Trying to walk the line
G A
I’m busking in the streets to make ends meet
G D A
And I’m buying one rhinestone at a time
G A
Guess I’m getting back on my feet
A G D
I’m feeling busted
A G D
(Some can’t be trusted)
C
Never felt this low before
D
I feel just like a rolling stone
A G
And you got me
A
You got me
D
I’ve been down before

I’ve slammed that kitchen door
A
And I’m on my way
D
I broke that ball and chain

I won’t be back again
A G D
No way
A G D
I’m feeling busted
A G D
(Some can’t be trusted)
A G D
I’m feeling busted
A
I’m feeling busted