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First heard tell of boll weevil, twenty-third of June
Looked over in my cotton field, he was sittin' in a cotton bloom
He had a home, in the cotton bloom
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Went to the merchant, asked him what he think of that:
I found a boll weevil in my Sunday hat
He had a home, in the cotton bloom
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Went to the merchant, asked him for a-meal and a mule
"You go home, old nigger, the boll weevil's in your field.
You go home, and let me alone."
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Went down to the brier patch, heard a great racket
Nothin' but a bull frog, pullin' off his jacket
(Guitar concludes verse)
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