Ballad of the Boll Weevil Songtext
von Mance Lipscomb
Ballad of the Boll Weevil Songtext
First saw old boll weevil, he was in the air
Next time I saw that boll weevil, he was stickin′ on a cotton square
He found him a home, had to have a home
Farmer said to the boll weevil, "What you doin' on my farm?"
Boll weevil said to the farmer, "I ain′t gon' do you much harm
I'm a-lookin′ for a home, I′m got to have a home"
Farmers all got together, said, "Let's poison our crops
We don′t stop that boll weevil, he'll eat up everything we got
He′s lookin' for a home, done found him a home"
Then they decided to take him, stick him in some ice
Stayed in the ice twenty-four hours, come out lookin′ very nice
He had him a home, had a cool home
Then they decided to catch him, stick him in the sand
Stayed there thirty long hours, he stood it like a natch'l man
He had a home, he had a hot home
Farmers all decided, wonderin' what to do
"You done et up all our cotton crop, goin′ in the corn patch, too
Done found a home, done found him a home"
Now the boll weevil said to the farmer, "I′m your bosom friend
I caused you to get four cents on every
Bale of cotton that you take to the gin
I got a home, I done found me a home"
Next time I saw that boll weevil, he was stickin′ on a cotton square
He found him a home, had to have a home
Farmer said to the boll weevil, "What you doin' on my farm?"
Boll weevil said to the farmer, "I ain′t gon' do you much harm
I'm a-lookin′ for a home, I′m got to have a home"
Farmers all got together, said, "Let's poison our crops
We don′t stop that boll weevil, he'll eat up everything we got
He′s lookin' for a home, done found him a home"
Then they decided to take him, stick him in some ice
Stayed in the ice twenty-four hours, come out lookin′ very nice
He had him a home, had a cool home
Then they decided to catch him, stick him in the sand
Stayed there thirty long hours, he stood it like a natch'l man
He had a home, he had a hot home
Farmers all decided, wonderin' what to do
"You done et up all our cotton crop, goin′ in the corn patch, too
Done found a home, done found him a home"
Now the boll weevil said to the farmer, "I′m your bosom friend
I caused you to get four cents on every
Bale of cotton that you take to the gin
I got a home, I done found me a home"
Writer(s): Mance Lipscomb Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com