Back where we used to be so happy and so pore!
I want to see the Wiggenses, the whole kit and bilin’
A-drivin’ up from Shallow Ford to stay the Sunday through;
And I want to see them hitchin’ at their son-in-law’s and pilin’
Out there at Lizy Ellen’s, like they used to do!
I want to see the piece quilts the Jones girls is makin’,
And I want to pester Laury ’bout their freckled hired hand,
And joke her ’bout the widower she come purt’ nigh a-takin’,
Till her pap got his pension ’lowed in time to save his land.
Let’s go a-visitin’ back to Griggsby’s station—