Bill Bailey

Lena Horne · Other Songs - Lena Horne

One one summer's day,

Sun was shinin' fine,

The lady love of old Bill Bailey

Was hangin' clothes on the line

In her back yard,

And weepin' hard.

She married a B&O brakeman

That took and throwed her down,

Bellerin' like a prune-fed calf

With a big gang hanging round

And to that crowd,

She hollered loud:

Refrain:

Won't you come home, Bill Bailey

Won't you come home?

She moans the whole day long.

I'll do the cookin', darling

I'll pay the rent,

I know I've done you wrong;

'member that rainy eve that

I threw you out,

With nothing but a fine-tooth comb?

I know I'm to blame,

Well, ain't that a shame

Bill Bailey won't you please come home.



Bill drove by that door

In an automobile,

A great big diamond, coach and footman

Hear that lady squeal.

He's all alone

I heard her groan.

She hollered through the door

Bill Bailey, is you sore?

Stop a minute, listen to me

Won't I see you no more?

Bill winks his eye

As he heard her cry:

Bill Bailey - Lena Horne

Lena Horne's recording of 'Bill Bailey' stands as a testament to her mastery of the swing era, blending vocal agility with the rhythmic pulse of the 1940s. As a celebrated jazz and pop vocalist, Horne brought a unique warmth and technical precision to this standard, showcasing her ability to navigate complex melodies while maintaining emotional depth. The track exemplifies her career's commitment to excellence, reflecting the collaborative spirit of her time with musicians who pushed the boundaries of vocal performance. Her rendition remains a significant example of her discography, capturing the essence of mid-century jazz culture and her enduring legacy as a leading figure in American music.