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American Ballads and Folk Songs
An' now I'll begin on de co'n, I'll have a home, I'll have a home."
Boll Weevil say. to de Doctor,
"Better po' out all yo' pills,
When I git through wid de Farmer,
He cain't pay no doctor's bills.
He'll have no home,
He'll have no home."
Boll Weevil say to de Preacher, "You better close yo' chu'ch do', When I git through wid de Farmer, He cain't pay de Preacher no mo', Won't have no home, Won't have no home."
De Merchant got half de cotton, De Boll Weevil got de res'j Didn't leave de nigger's wife But one old cotton dress. And it's full of holes, Oh, it's full of holes.
Rubber-tired buggy,
Decorated hack,
Took dem Boll Weevils to de graveyard,
An' ain't goin' bring 'em back.
Dey gone at las',
Oh, dey gone at las'.
Ef anybody axes you
Who wuz it writ dis song,
Tell 'em 'twuz a dark-skinned nigger
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