Harry Belafonte Boll Weevil
Well, the boll weevil is a little black bug
Come from Mexico they say
Well he come all the way to Texas
He was lookin for a place to stay
Just lookin' for a home,
He was lookin' for a home
He was lookin' for a home,
Lookin' for a home.
He was lookin' for a home,
Well, lookin' for a home.
Well, the first time I seen a boll weevil,
He was sitting on a square,
And the next time I seen the boll weevil,
He had his whole damn family there,
They were looking for a home,
Just looking for a home.
They were lookin' for a home,
Oh, lookin' for a home.
They were lookin' for a home,
Well lookin' for a home.
Then the farmer took the boll weevil,
Put him in the hot sand,
And the boll weevil said to the farmer,
"Well, you are treating me like a man.
It'll be my my home,
I'll have a home
I'll have a home,
I'll have a home.
I'll have a home,
It'll be my home."
Then the farmer took the boll weevil,
Put him on the ice,
And the boll weevil said to the farmer,
"It is mighty cool and nice.
It'll be my my home,
It'll be my home.
It'll be my home,
It'll be my home.
It'll be my home,
It'll be my home."
Well the farmer said to his wife "Honey,
what do you think about that?
The old boll weevll done made a nest
In my brand new Stetson hat,
And it's full of holes,
It's full of holes.
It's full of holes,
Oh, full of holes,
It's full of holes,
It's full of holes."
Oh, the boll weevil is a little black bug
Come from Mexico they say
Well he come all the way to Texas
Just a-lookin for a place to stay
He was lookin' for a home,
Just lookin' for a home.
He was lookin' for a home,
Oh lookin' for a home.
A-lookin' for a home,
He was lookin' for a home.