G
Oh, the boll 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.
D7 G
came a lookin’ for a home, came a lookin’ for a home.
G
Now, the first 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.
D7 G
Go a lookin’ for a home, Go a lookin’ for a home.
G
Well, the next thing I knew, that little black bug crawled around without a care.
He was mighty well contented, ‘case he had his family there.
D7 G
He was makin’ up a home, He was makin’ up a home.
G
I got mad 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.
D7 G
‘cause we gotta have a home, ‘cause we gotta have a home,
G
So I got 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.
D7 G
Can’t you find another home? Can’t you find another home?
G
When the merchants 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.
D7 G
Now I haven’t got a home, Now I haven’t got a home,
D7 G G6
Now I haven’t got a home, Now I haven’t got a home.
Strum pattern: DDUUDU
There are many versions of this traditional folk song. I like this version because it tells the story
clearly and cleverly. I've made some minor modifications to make it easier to sing the lyrics.
