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Well the boll weevil and the little black bug |
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Come from a-Mexico they say |
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Came all the way to Texas |
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Just a-lookin' for a place to stay |
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Just a-lookin' for a home, just a-lookin' for a home |
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(Doo-doo-wop-wop) |
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Well the first time that I seen the boll weevil |
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He was a-sittin' on the square |
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Well the next time that I seen him |
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He had his a-family there |
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Just a-lookin' for a home, just a-lookin' for a home |
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(Doo-doo-wop-wop) |
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Well the farmer took the boll weevil |
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And he put him on the red hot sand |
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Well the weevil said this is a-mighty hot |
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But I take it like a man |
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This will be my home, this will be my home |
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Well the farmer took the boll weevil |
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And he put him on a keg of ice |
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Well the weevil said to the farmer |
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This is mighty cool and nice |
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This will be my home, this will be my home |
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(Doo-doo-wop-wop) |
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Well if anybody should ask you |
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Who it was who sang this song |
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Say a guitar picker from a-Oklahoma city |
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With a pair of blue jeans on |
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Just a-lookin' for a home, just a-lookin' for a home |
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(Doo-doo-wop-wop) |
