Boll Weevil Blues

(álbum: Woody Guthrie Sings Folk Songs - 1962)

Boll Weevil said to the farmer, I'll stay right in your field
When I get through with your Cadillac you'll really wheel and deal
And I'll git your home, I'll git your home

Farmer said to the merchant I want some meat and meal
Get out of here you son-of-a-gun, Boll Weevil in your field
And I'll git your home, git your home

Well, the farmer went to the banker, I'd like to cash a check
Get out of here you son-of-a-gun, Boll Weevil down your neck
Gitting your home, boy, gitting your home

Boll Weevil said to the merchant, like to cash a note
Get out of here you rascal Boll Weevil's on your coat
Gitting your home, gitting your home

Oh, Boll Weevil went to the merchant, [?] on his gate
Get to your cotton, boy, you'll sell that Cadillac Eight
I'm a-gitting your home, I'm a-gitting your home

Yes, said the farmer, see you on the square
Yes sir, said the Boll Weevil, my whole family's there
Gittin your home, gitting your home

Gitting your home, gitting your home
Hey, hey, hey, that Boll Weevil's gitting your home
Gitting your home, boy, gitting your home

Well, the farmer took that Boll Weevil, laid him in the sand
Boll Weevil said, thank you, stand it like a man
I'm gitting your, gitting your home

Farmer said to the Boll Weevil, treat you mighty nice
[?] walk the line
It'll be my home, it'll be my home

Well, the Boll Weevil, he made a trip from Mexico, they say
Coming down to Texas, looking for a place to stay
He's a-gitting a home, he's a-gitting a home