BOLL WEEVIL
Teresa Brewer


The Boll Weevil is a little black bug 
From Mexico they say 
Come all the way to Texas 
Just a lookinfor a place to stay. 
 
Chorus 
Gonna get yohome. 
Gonna get yohome. 
 
The Farmer said to the Boll Weevil 
I see you on the Square. 
Yes, sir, said the Boll Weevil 
My whole dam familys 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 
Id like to make out a note. 
Go to hell, you rascal you, 
Gotta Boll Weevil on yo coat. 
 
Farmer said to the Banker, 
Id like to cash this check 
Get outta here you Clodhopper, 
Gotta Boll Weevil down yo neck. 
 
Boll Weevil said to the Farmer 
Ill swing right on yo gate, 
When I git through with yo cotton, 
Youll 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, 
Its just like shooting dice, 
Work the whole dam year round, 
But the cotton wont bring no price 
 
The Boll Weevil knocked on my front door, 
He said Ive come to eat, 
Im gonna starve you plumb to death 
And get the shoes right off yo feet.