Boll Weevil
(version 1)
Words & Music:
Traditional American
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The Boll Weevil is a little
black bug, from Mexico they say
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Come all the way to Texas just
a-lookin' for a place to stay.
CHORUS:
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Just a-lookin' for a home,
just a-lookin' for a home.
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Just a-lookin' for a home,
just a-lookin' for a home.
The Farmer said to the Boll
Weevil, "I see you on the Square."
"Yes, sir", said the
Boll Weevil, "My whole damn family's there."
CHORUS:
The Farmer said to the
Merchant, "I want some meat and meal."
"Get outta here, you Son
of a Gun, got Boll Weevil in yo' field."
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The Farmer said to the Finance
Man, "I'd like to make out a note."
"Go to hell, you rascal
you, gotta Boll Weevil on yo' coat."
CHORUS:
Farmer said to the Banker,
"I'd like to cash this check."
"Get outta here you
Clodhopper, gotta Boll Weevil down yo' neck."
CHORUS:
Boll Weevil said to the
Farmer, "I'll swing right on yo gate,
When I git through with yo
cotton, you'll sell that Cadillac Eight!"
CHORUS:
Boll Weevil said to the
Doctor, "Better put away your pills,
When I git through with the
Farmer, cain't pay no Doctor bills!"
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Boll Weevil said to the
Preacher, "Better close up them church doors!
When I git through with the
Farmer, cain't pay no Preacher no more!"
CHORUS:
Boll Weevil said to the
Business Man, "Boy, drink that cool lemonade.
When I git through with you,
boy, gonna drag you outta that shade!"
CHORUS:
Boll Weevil in yo' field, boy,
it's just like shooting dice,
Work the whole damn year
round, but the cotton won't bring no price.
CHORUS:
The Boll Weevil knocked on my
front door, he said, "I've come to eat,
I'm gonna starve you plum to
death and get the shoes right off yo' feet."