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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 From Letras Mania