Bowevil

A bowevil is a little bug
They say comes from Texas
But everybody knows
Its skin is just dust
First time I saw him
He was sitting on the square
Next time I saw him
He had his family there
He had his family there
And he's looking for a home
Looking for a home
Goddamn bowevil!
Where's your native home?
Way down in Texas
Among the cotton and the corn
Among the cotton and corn
Among the cotton and corn
Way down in Texas
Among the cotton and the corn
Said the farmer to the merchant
Give me some mеat and veal
A nothing-doing old man
Bowevil on your land
Bowevil on your land
Among thе cotton and corn
Bowevil here
Bowevil there