Cat. #0400 (MFH #56) - As sung by Amy Pridemore, Lincoln, Arkansas on August 19, 1959
VERSE 1
Th first time I saw th boll weevil
Was at th Dallas County Fair
Th next time I saw th boll weevil
He was skipping here and there
Just a lookin' for a home
Just a lookin' for a home
VERSE 2
Th farmer said to th boll weevil,
What makes your head so red
Th weevil said to th farmer,
It's a wonder I ain't dead
A lookin' for a home
Just a lookin' for a home
VERSE 3
Th farmer takes th boll weevil
An' rolls 'im in th sand
Th weevil says t' th farmer,
I can stand it like a man
This is my home
It is my home
VERSE 4
Th farmer takes th boll weevil
An' puts 'im in a lump of ice
Th boll weevil says t' th farmer,
This is might cool an' nice
It'll be my home
It'll be my home
VERSE 5
Th farmer takes th boll weevil
An' he puts 'im in th fire
Th boll weevil says t' th farmer,
Here I are, here I are
This 'll be my home
This 'll be my home
VERSE 6
Th boll weevil says t' th farmer,
You better leave me alone
I done eat all your cotton
An' now, I'm going t' eat your corn
I'll have a home
I'll have a home
VERSE 7
Th merchant got half th cotton
Th boll weevil got th rest
Did'nt leave the farmers wife
But one ole cotton dress
An' it's all full of holes
All full of holes
VERSE 8
Th farmer says t' th merchant,
We're in an awful fix
Th boll weevil ate all th cotton
An' left us only sticks
We got no home
Got no home
VERSE 9
Th farmer says t' th merchant,
We ain't made but one bale
An' before we'll give you that
We'll fight an' go to jail
We'll have a home
We'll have a home