The Boll Weevil (2)

The Boll Weevil is a little black bug
From Mexico they say
Come all the way to Texas
Just a lookin'for a place to stay.

Chorus:
Gonna get yo'home.
Gonna get yo'home.
( Repeat after each verse)

The Farmer said to the Boll Weevil
I see you on the Square.
Yes, sir, said the Boll Weevil
My whole dam family's there.

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.

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.

Farmer said to the Banker,
I'd like to cash this check
Get outta here you Clodhopper,
Gotta Boll Weevil down yo' neck.

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!

Boll Weevil said to the Doctor,
Better put away your pills,
When I git through with the Farmer,
Caint pay no Doctor bills!

Boll Weevil said to the Preacher,
Better close up them church doors
When I git through with the Farmer,
Caint pay no Preacher no more!

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!

Boll Weevil in yo' field, boy,
It's just like shooting dice,
Work the whole dam year round,
But the cotton won't bring no price:

The Boll Weevil knocked on my front door,
He said I've come to eat,
I'm gonna starve you plumb to death
And get the shoes right off yo' feet.

From Hard Hitting Songs, Guthrie et al
Copyright (would you believe it) by John A. Lomax and Alan Lomax
DT #664
Laws I17
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