Now its funny where some women live who sing upon the stage
They live in places where theyve never been
Theyll rave about the roses that are growing round the door
Of that, the dear old home theyve never seen.
Theyve lived in Arizona, theyve lived in Alabam
Last year they all lived down in Texas way.
It must be quite a job to move the dear old home about
But just the same this year youll hear them say
Theyre all going back, theyre all going back
Theyre all going back to Tennessee and Dixie
Theyve all got mothers there and fathers by the score
Theyve moved the poor old folk about until their feet are sore
All of them say when they get back theyll stay
What an overcrowded country it will be
But just one thing worries me When they all go back to Tennessee
Therell be no one left in Wigan but me.
