Boll Weevil

Boll Weevil told me farmer

You better treat me right

I’ll eat up all of your cotton

Sleep in your granary tonight

Boll Weevil told me farmer

You’ll need no corn machine

I’ll eat up all of your cotton

I can’t buy no gasoline

Now yonder comes a spider

Crawlin’ up and down the wall

He must have been gorgeous

In his ashen fall

I don’t see no water

But I’m about to drown

I don’t see no fire

But I’m burnin’ down