Boll Weevil lyrics

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.

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.

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 cheque
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,
Cain`t pay no Doctor bills!

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!

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 damn 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 plum to death
And get the shoes right off yo feet.