Bill Bailey (Won't You Please Come Home) [Live]

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:



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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:



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