Boll weevil told the farmer you’d better treat me right I’ll eat up all your cotton sleep in your grain bed tonight 
Boll weevil told the farmer you’ll need no Ford machine I’ll eat up all your cotton can’t buy no gasoline 
I seen a spider runnin’ up and down the wall He must’ve been a-goin’ 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 a-burnin’ down 
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