Oh, the ^Gboll weevil is a little black bug, comes from Mexico they say. Came all the way to Texas, came a lookin’ for a place to stay. came a lookin’ for ^D7a home, came a lookin’ fo^Gr a home.

Now, the ^Gfirst time I saw that little black bug, he was sittin’ up on a plant. I said hey there boll weevil, if you think you’re gonna stay you can’t. Go a lookin’ for ^D7a home, Go a lookin’ fo^Gr a home.

Well, the ^Gnext thing I knew, that little black bug crawled around without a care. He was mighty well contented, ‘case he had his family there. He was makin’ up ^D7a home, He was makin’ u^Gp a home.

I got ma^Gd and told the little black bug, gonna spray you till y’all die, and the weevil said if you do it, my pals will come and multiply. ‘cause we gotta have ^D7a home, ‘cause we gotta hav^Ge a home,

So I ^Ggot on my knees, Boll Weevil, said I, you’re a treatin’ me with scorn. You done et up my cotton, and you’re startin’ in on my corn. Can’t you find anothe^D7r home? Can’t you find anot^Gher home?

When the ^Gmerchants came round to buy the cotton crop, I didn’t have a bale to sell. I couldn’t pay the mortgage, and heavily in debt I fell. Now I haven’t got ^D7a home, Now I haven’t go^Gt a home, Now I haven’t got ^D7a home, Now I haven’t go^Gt a home. ^G6