| On Saturday night, where I was born, down on the farm
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| Guitar plinking and we started singing 'til the break of dawn
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| About twelve o’clock ev’rything gets hot, up steps old Jones
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| We started clappin' and he started singin' a sweet little country song
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| Bo Weevil, Bo Weevil, where’ve you been all day
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| Your momma’s been lookin', hasn’t stopped lookin' since you went away
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| Bo Weevil, Bo Weevil, why did you go and stay
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| You’ll get a lickin', as sure as I’m sittin' on this bale of hay
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| Bo Weevil, Weevil
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| Do do, do do, do do
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| Bo Weevil, Weevil
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| Do do, do do, do
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| On Saturday night, where I was born, down on the farm
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| Guitar plinking and we started singing 'til the break of dawn
|
| About twelve o’clock ev’rything gets hot, up steps old Jones
|
| We started clappin' and he started singin' a sweet little country song
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| Bo Weevil, Bo Weevil, where’ve you been all day
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| Your momma’s been lookin', hasn’t stopped lookin' since you went away
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| Bo Weevil, Bo Weevil, why did you go and stay
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| You’ll get a lickin', as sure as I’m sittin' on this bale of hay
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| Bo Weevil, Weevil
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| Do do, do do, do do
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| Bo Weevil, Weevil
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| Do do, do do, do
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| Bo Weevil, Bo Weevil, where’ve you been all day
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| Your momma’s been lookin', hasn’t stopped lookin' since you went away
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| Bo Weevil, Bo Weevil, why did you go and stay
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| You’ll get a lickin', as sure as I’m sittin' on this bale of hay
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| Please come back some day |