Oh it's-a lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night we'll hear the wild dingoes call
But there's-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
I’m a bow-legged chicken, I’m a knock kneed hen
Never been so happy since I don’t know when
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle and a squawk
Doing the Tennessee wig walk.
heard of the tennessee waltz who was the lady sang it .Elvis did it too .I was dancing with with darling to beautiful tenn......... wallaces through open door into the garden ...neighbours just bemused ..