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Introdução:
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Oh, the boll weevil is a little black bug, comes from Mexico they say.
Came all the way to Texas, came a lookin? for a place to stay.
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came a lookin? for a home, came a lookin? for a home.
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Now, the first time I saw that little black bug, he was sittin? up on a plant.
I said hey there boll weevil, if you think you?re gonna stay you can?t.
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Well, the next thing I knew, that little black bug crawled around without a care.
He was mighty well contented, ?case he had his family there.
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He was makin? up a home, He was makin? up a home.
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I got mad and told the little black bug, gonna spray you till y?all die,
and the weevil said if you do it, my pals will come and multiply.
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?cause we gotta have a home, ?cause we gotta have a home,
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So I got on my knees, Boll Weevil, said I, you?re a treatin? me with scorn.
You done et up my cotton, and you?re startin? in on my corn.
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Can?t you find another home? Can?t you find another home?
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When the merchants came round to buy the cotton crop, I didn?t have a bale to sell.
I couldn?t pay the mortgage, and heavily in debt I fell.
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Now I haven?t got a home, Now I haven?t got a home,
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Now I haven?t got a home, Now I haven?t got a home.