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The boll weevil am a little black bug
Come from Mexico they say
Came all the way from Texas
Lookin' for a place to stay
(Just lookin' for a home)
Just lookin' for a home.

The first time I seen a boll weevil

I seen a farmer and a mule a-plowin'
Over on the moutainside
The farmer was a munblin' and a-grumblin'
As he plowed them furror deep and wide.

Well, as he went along a-plowin'
He wasa swearin and snortin' all the way
I overheared his conversation with his mule

She's been out in that kitchen all mornin' now
'Cause tomorrow is Chrustmas eve
Now I ain't had the heart to show her some how
These letters I hate for her to read.

Yesterday mornin' I went after the mail
I always bring it back to her to open
But for some reason though I read Johnny's letter

How old was I when I first seen old Rivers?
I can't remember when he weren't around
Well, that old fellow did a heap of work
Spent his whole life walking plowed ground
He had a one-room shack not far from us
And well, we was about as poor as him
He had one old mule he called Midnight
And I'd trailed along after them

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the tree tops glisten and children listen
To hear the sleigh bells in the snow.

Snow means the north winds blowing cold
Another log on the fire to keep out the chill
Snow means stayin' indoors for the old