Mr. boll weevil, don't sing them blues no more Mr. boll weevil, don't sing the blues no more Because the boll weevil here, boll weevil every place I go Ah, but you know, the next time I seen the boll weevil You know, he was a-sailin' through the air Uh-huh! The next time I saw the boll weevil, boy He had all of his family there Mr. boll weevil, please don't sing the blues no more Because the boll weevil here, boll weevil every place I go Lord have mercy! Spoken 'Well, all right, Little Walter, come in, Muddy Waters, let me talk to you, boy! Oh, but look-a-here! The boll weevil got so bad now! I'm sorry, dear Now, but you know, Muddy, If anybody happen to aks you, boy, Who, uh, made up this song Who did then? Just tell 'em Walter with a pair of duckins, Me with a pair of little duckins on Mister boll weevil, don't sing them blues no more Because the boll weevil here, boll weevil every place I go