Boll weevil told the farmer,
You’d better treat me right.
I’ll eat up all of your cotton;
Sleep in your granary tonight.

Boll weevil told the farmer,
You need no Ford machine.
I’ll eat up all of your cotton:
Can’t buy no gasoline.

I seen a spider
Running up and down the wall.
He must have been a-going
To get his ashes hauled.

I don’t see no water,
But I’m about to drown.
I don’t see no fire,
But I’m a-burning down.