Cat. #1135 (MFH #56) - As sung by Ollie Gilbert, Mountain View, Arkansas on April 9, 1970
VERSE 1
Th farmer said to th bold wevil
What makes your head so red
Bold wevil said to th farmer
It's a wonder I ain't dead
Lookin' for a home
I'm lookin' for a home
VERSE 2
Th farmer took th bold wevil
Put 'im in hot sand
Th bold wevil said, mighty hot
But I can stand it like a man
It'll be my home
It'll be my home
VERSE 3
Farmer took th bold wevil
An' put 'im in a lump of ice
Th bold wevil said to th farmer
This is mighty cool an' nice
It'll be my home
Be my home
VERSE 4
Th farmer took th bold wevil
An' put 'im in th fire
Th bold wevil said to th farmer
Here I am, here I am
This is my home
T'is my home
VERSE 5
Bold wevil said to th farmer
You'd better leave me alone
I done eat all your cotton out
I'm goin' to start on your corn
I'll have a home
I'll have a home
VERSE 6
Th merchant got half th cotton
Th bold wevil got th rest
Didn't leave th farmer's wife
But one ole cotton dress
It's full of holes
It's full of holes
VERSE 7
Farmer said to th merchant
We're in an awful fix
Bold wevil said to th cotton
-- -- -- -- ever strike down
We're goin' home
We got a home
VERSE 8
Th farmer said to the merchant
We ain't made but only one bale
Give you that one
We'll fight as we go to jail
We have a home
We have a home