First time I seen the Bo Weaver, he's sittin' on that square.
Next time I see him, he had his family there.
Bo Weaver, yeah, Bo Weaver everywhere.
They done eat up all their cotton and corn,
all but that new ground square.
Well, the farmer asked him,
what shall the fossil meat and meal?
He said, nothing done, old man,
Bo Weaver's in your field.
Hey, Bo Weaver, where's your native home?
Way down in the bottom among the cotton and corn.