Boll weevil told the farmer
You better treat me right
I'll eat up all of your cotton
Sleep in your grain rail tonight
Boll weevil told the farmer
You don't need no Ford machine
I'll eat up all of your cotton
Can't buy no gasoline
Yon comes the spider
Crawled up and down the wall
He must've been going
To get his hash's haul
I don't see no water
But I'm about to drown
I don't see no fire
But I'm burning down