On Saturday night
 Where I was born
 Down on the farm
 Guitar plinking
 And we started drinking
 Til the break of dawn

 About twelve o'clock
 Everything get hot
 Up steps old John
 We started clapping
 And he started singing
 This sweet little country song

 [bad word] 
 Bo Weevil, Bo Weevil
 Where've you been all day
 Yo mama been looking
 Had to stop cooking
 Since you went away
 Bo Weevil, Bo Weevil
 Why did you go and stay
 You get a licking
 As sure as I'm seated
 On this bale of hay

 On Saturday night
 Where I was born
 Down on the farm
 Guitar plinking
 And we started drinking
 Til the break of dawn

 About twelve o'clock
 Everything get hot
 Up steps old John
 We started clapping
 And he started singing
 This sweet little country song

 [bad word] 

 Bo Weevil, Bo Weevil
 Where've you been all day
 Mama been looking
 Had to stop cooking
 Since you went away

 Bo Weevil, Bo Weevil
 Why'd you go and stay
 Mama gonna whip you
 As sure as I'm sitting
 On this bale of hay