The Boll Weevil

Outside of man, I guess the worst enemy of the cotton-growin'
Folks down south is a little black bug they call the boll
Weevil. Well, the boll weevil am a little black bug come from
Mexico, they say. Come all the way to Texas just lookin' for
A place to stay. Lookin' for a home, just lookin' for a home!

Well, the first time I see the boll weevil, he was sittin'
On the square. Next time I see the boll weevil, Lord, he got
All his family there. Lookin' for a home, lookin' for a home!

And the farmer said to the weevil, "What make your head so red?
" And the boll weevil said to the farmer, "It's a wonder I
Ain't dead! I'm lookin' for a home, just lookin' for a home."

And the farmer took the boll weevil, put him in a cake
Of ice. Boll weevil said to the farmer, "This is mighty
Cool and nice. It'll be my home, gonna be my home."

Then the farmer took the boll weevil, put him in the hot sand
Boll weevil said to the farmer, "Mighty hot, but I'll
Stand it like a man. It'll be my home, gonna be my home."

Well, the merchant got half the cotton, the boll weevil got the
Rest. Didn't leave that farmer's wife but one old cotton dress
And it full of holes, it's full of holes. It's full of holes, buddy
It's full of holes! And the old boll weevil gonna have a home

Well, the captain said to the missus, "What do you think of
That? Darned old boll weevil done made a nest in my best Sunday
Hat. You're gonna have a home, you're gonna have a home."

If anybody asks you who was it sung this song, tell 'em it was
Old Jack Elliott and I done been here and gone. I'm lookin' for
A home, just lookin' for a home. Lookin' for a home, buddy, lookin'
For a home. Got my blue duckins on and I'm lookin' for a home!