Boll Weevil told the farmer
You better treat me right
I'll eat up all 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 your cotton
You can't buy no gasoline
Yonder comes a spider
Crawling up and down the wall
He must've been going
To get his ashes hauled
I don't see no water
But I'm about to drown
I don't see no fire
But I'm burning down

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