First saw old boll weevil, he was in the air Next time I saw that boll weevil, he was stickin' on a cotton square He found him a home, had to have a home Farmer said to the boll weevil, "What you doin' on my farm?" Boll weevil said to the farmer, "I ain't gon' do you much harm I'm a-lookin' for a home, I'm got to have a home" Farmers all got together, said, "Let's poison our crops We don't stop that boll weevil, he'll eat up everything we got He's lookin' for a home, done found him a home" Then they decided to take him, stick him in some ice Stayed in the ice twenty-four hours, come out lookin' very nice He had him a home, had a cool home Then they decided to catch him, stick him in the sand Stayed there thirty long hours, he stood it like a natch'l man He had a home, he had a hot home Farmers all decided, wonderin' what to do "You done et up all our cotton crop, goin' in the corn patch, too Done found a home, done found him a home" Now the boll weevil said to the farmer, "I'm your bosom friend I caused you to get four cents on every Bale of cotton that you take to the gin I got a home, I done found me a home"