Four O’Clock Blues - Skip James

No gypsy woman, no gypsy woman can’t fry no meat for me, lordy mama

No gypsy woman can’t fry no meat for me

I ain’t scared, I’m skittish she might poison me

'Cause I woke up this morning, woke up this morning

Heard somebody callin' me, lordy mama

Woke up this morning, heard somebody callin' me

Must’ve been a weevil, thing they call the stingaree

A bo' weevil’s here, a bo' weevil’s there

Each and mama’s everywhere, the preachers tell me that

Bo' weevil’s here, bo' weevil’s everywhere

I dreamt a dream last night, it was all in your flour there

The farmer went to the merchant, said, «I want meat and meal,» lordy mama

Farmer went to the merchant, says, «I wants meat and meal»

The merchant screamed, «No, no, the bo' weevil’s in your field»

Bitin' spider, bitin' spider, crawlin' on the wall

Bitin' spider now, crawlin' on the wall

Grinds it nat’ral but he’s crazy 'bout his alcohol

I heard a mighty rumblin' down under the ground, lordy mama

Mighty rumblin' way down under the ground

The boll weevil and the devil was thievin' with somebody’s brown

Said he was low and squatty, said he was cut to speed, lordy mama

He’s low and squatty, said he was cut to speed

Says he has everything that a poor bo' weevil needs

Now bo' weevil, now bo' weevil, sittin' down on the square, the first time I

seen

Mister Bo' Weevil, sittin' down on the square

Next time I seen him, mama, he had his whole family there

Bo' weevil told that farmer, «Buy no Ford machine,» lordy mama

He told the farmer not to buy no Ford machine

'Cause he’s gonna fix it so he can’t buy no gasoline