| 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
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| 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
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| 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
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| Just a-lookin' for a home
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| (Doo-doo-wop-wop) |