Boll Weevil told the farmer You better treat me right I'll eat up all of your cotton Sleep in your grain rail tonight Boll Weevil told the farmer You don't need no Ford machine I'll eat up all of your cotton You can't buy no gasoline Yonder comes a spider Crawling up and down the wall He must've been 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 burning down