Mmmmm, mmmmm
Well, the bull weevil and my
little black boy from
Mexico, they say, mm -hmm
Came all the way to
Texas, they're gonna pass the time
of day and look for a home
He's a -lookin' for a home,
he's a -lookin' for a home
Now the bull weevil met the farmer
And he looked him square in the face
And the farmer said to the weevil
Well, you better get off my place
This ain't your home,
this ain't your home
Ain't gonna be your home,
this ain't your
home now the farmer took the boll weevil and he
throwed him in the red hot sand and the weevil
say to the farmer i'm gonna stand this like a man
this will be my home now this will be my home
now this will be my home this will be my home
now the farmer took the boll weevil and he put
in the water blue and the weevil say to the
farmer this a mighty mighty nice of
you this will be my home this will be my
home it's gonna be my home this will be
my home now the farmer took the bold
weevil and he put him on the ice cold
ice and the weevil say to the farmer this a
mighty cool and nice it'll be my
home, it'll be my home, this'll be my home,
this gonna be my home.
Now the farmer took
the boll weevil and he throwed him in the
well so deep and the weevil say to
the farmer, it's a mighty nice place to sleep,
it'll be my home, it's gonna be my
home this will be my home gonna be my home
now the farmer took the boll weevil
and he stomped him down in the mud and
the weevil say to the farmer ain't gonna
do you no good it'll be my home gonna be my
home this is my new home gonna be my
home now the first time I see the boll weevil
he was sitting out on the square
and the next time I see the boll weevil he had
his cotton -picking family there
they're gonna find a home they're gonna find
a home they're gonna find a home
they're gonna find a home now if anybody
should ask you just who wrote this song
Tell him was a long, tall,
skinny fella with a pair of blue denims on
This'll be my home,
this'll be my home
He's a -lookin' for a home
He's a -lookin' for a home