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.