ALL GOING BACK
Now it’s funny where some women live who sing upon the stage
They live in places where they’ve never been
They’ll rave about the roses that are growing round the door
Of that, the dear old home they’ve never seen.
They’ve lived in Arizona, they’ve 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 you’ll hear them say
They’re all going back, they’re all going back
They’re all going back to Tennessee – and Dixie
They’ve all got mothers there and fathers by the score
They’ve moved the poor old folk about until their feet are sore
All of them say when they get back they’ll stay
What an overcrowded country it will be
But just one thing worries me – When they all go back to Tennessee
There’ll be no one left in Wigan but me.