I had a little corn
And I put it in a sack
I get it to the meal head
To bring it right back
(chorus:)
What's the matter the meal
(it's done broke down)
I can't get no grindin'
Tell me what's the matter with the meal

Some people said
That a preacher won't steal
I caught one
In my cornfield
(chorus)
Oh grind, grind

One had a bushe!
And one had a peck
The other one had the cornfield
Round his neck
(chorus)
(It's done broke down)

Someone don't know
How I feel
I caught the boll weevil
In my cornfield
(chorus)