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.