On Saturday night
Where I was born
Down on the farm
Guitar plinkin'
And we started singin'
Till the break of dawn
About twelve o'clock
Everything gets hot
Up steps Bob Jones
We started clappin'
And he started singin'
Sweet little country songs
Boll Weevil, Boll Weevil
Where ya been all day
Your Mama's been lookin'
Hasn't stopped lookin'
Since you went away
Boll Weevil, Boll Weevil
Why did you go and stay
You'll get a lickin'
As sure as I'm sittin'
On this bale of hay
(Boll Weevil, Weevil)
(Do-do-do-do-do-do)
(Boll Weevil, Weevil)
Do-do-do-do-do)
On Saturday night
Where I was born
Down on the farm
Guitar plinkin'
And we started singin'
Till the break of dawn
About twelve o'clock
Everything gets hot
Up steps Bob Jones
We started clappin'
And he started singin'
Sweet little country songs
Boll Weevil, Boll Weevil
Where ya been all day
Your Mama's been lookin'
Hasn't stopped lookin'
Since you went away
Boll Weevil, Boll Weevil
Why did you go and stay
You'll get a lickin'
As sure as I'm sittin'
On this bale of hay
(Boll Weevil, Weevil)
(Do-do-do-do-do-do)
(Boll Weevil, Weevil)
(Do-do-do-do-do)
Boll Weevil, Boll Weevil
Where ya been all day
Your Mama's been lookin'
Hasn't stopped lookin'
Since you went away
Boll Weevil, Boll Weevil
Why did you go and stay
You'll get a lickin'
As sure as I'm sittin'
On this bale of hay
Please Come back some day
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Well, buzz, buzz, buzz goes the bumble bee
Tweele, deedle, dee goes the bird
But the sound of your little voice, darling
Is the sweetest sound I've ever heard
I've seen the beauty of the red, red rose
Seen the beauty when the sky is blue
Seen the beauty of the evening sunset
But the beauty of you
Sweet as the honey from the honeycomb
Sweet are the grapes from the vine
But there's nothing as sweet as you, darling
And I hope someday you'll be mine
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Well, buzz, buzz, buzz goes the bumble bee
Tweele, deedle, dee goes the bird
But the sound of your little voice, darling
Is the sweetest sound I've ever heard
I've seen the beauty of the red, red rose
Seen the beauty when the sky is blue
Seen the beauty of the evening sunset
But the beauty of you
Sweet as the honey from the honeycomb
Sweet are the grapes from the vine
But there's nothing as sweet as you, darling
And I hope someday you'll be mine
Hope someday you'll be mine
Hope someday you'll be mine
Hope someday you'll be mine
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