| What’s your name, little girl? |
| My name’s Ophelia, what’s yours? |
| My name is Huddie Ledbetter |
| Oh |
| These young folks in the studio are all friends of mine and they’ve come to the |
| studio this morning to hear you sing and play |
| Are you glad to see them? |
| Well, I’m sure am, good mornin' chil’en! |
| Good morning, Ledbetter! |
| We sure do like the tune you were just playing, Mr. Ledbetter |
| You know some more that you could sing for us? |
| Well, I know lots of 'em |
| What about the one about the boll weevil? I thought that was awfully cute |
| Well, that’d be mighty fine |
| The boll weevil, I’ll tell you a little story about it, which is a little bug a |
| long years ago, robbed people of their homes |
| And ever since the boll weevil been gone, people been singin' this song |
| You can talk about the latest |
| The latest of your home |
| These boll weevils, they will rob you of a home |
| They’re lookin' for a home |
| They’re lookin' for a home |
| The first time I seen the boll weevil |
| He was sittin' on a square |
| Next time I seen the boll weevil |
| He had his whole family there |
| He is lookin' for a home |
| He is lookin' for a home |
| The farmer take the boll weevil |
| Put him in the sand |
| The boll weevil says to the farmer, «You treat me just like a man |
| And I’ll have a home, I will have a home |
| I will have a home, I will-a have a home |
| I will-a have a home, I will-a have a home» |
| The farmer take the boll weevil |
| Put him on the ice |
| The boll weevil said to the farmer, «You is treatin' me mighty nice |
| And I will have a home, I will have a home» |
| The old lady said to the old man |
| «I been trying my level best |
| Keep these boll weevils out of my brand new cotton dress |
| It’s full of holes, and it’s full of holes» |
| The old man said to the old lady |
| «What do you think of that? |
| I got one of them boll weevils |
| Out of my brand new Stetson hat |
| And it’s full of holes, and it’s full of holes |
| It is full of holes, it is full of holes |
| It is full of holes, it is full of holes» |
| Now the farmer, he said to the merchant |
| «I never made but one bale |
| Before I’ll let you have that last one, I will suffer and die in jail |
| I will have a home, I will have a home» |
| Now, this last verse is about myself and I want you children to come in on the |
| chorus, I’ll have a «he's lookin' for a home» |
| Now if anybody should ask you, children, who made up this song |
| Tell 'em its Huddie Ledbetter, he’s done been here and gone |
| He’s lookin' for a home, he’s lookin' for a home |
| Now come with me |
| He’s lookin' for a home, he’s lookin' for a home |
| He’s lookin' for a home, he’s lookin' for a home |