I saw an honest farmer, his back was bending low
Picking out his cotton. he couldn't hardly go
He piled it up in rail pens until the merchant come
That he might take their cotton and he might pay them some

Goodbye, boll weevil
You know you've ruined my home
You know you've got my cotton
And the merchant's got my corn

I saw him boll in the summer, 'twas hot as it could be
Strolling through the harvest field, the sweat was running free
He flang the cradle round him and gripped the golden grain
Drew forth his handkerchief and wiped the sweat again

Goodbye, boll weevil
You know you've ruined my home
You know you've got my cotton
And the merchant's got my corn

His footsteps they grow weary as he marched up the hill
He reached the little cabin and sot upon the sill
His wife she knelt beside him, her hair turned silvery gray
Trust now in the Savior. we'll find a home some day

Goodbye, boll weevil
You know you've ruined my home
You know you've got my cotton
And the merchant's got my corn

Goodbye, boll weevil
You know you've ruined my home
You know you've got my cotton
And the merchant's got my corn