
Date of issue: 30.04.2009
Song language: English
Bill Bailey |
On one summer’s day, sun was shining fine. |
The lady love of old Bill Bailey was hanging clothes |
On de line in her back yard and weeping hard. |
She married a B. and O. brakeman, |
Dat took and throw’d her down. |
Bellering like a prune-fed calf wid a big gang hangin' 'round. |
And to dat crowd, she yelled out loud: |
Won’t you come home, Bill Bailey, won’t you come home |
She moans the whole day long |
I’ll do de cooking, darling I’ll pay de rent |
I knows I’ve done you wrong |
Member dat rainy eve dat I drove you out |
Wid nothin' but a fine tooth comb |
I knows I’se to blame, well, ain’t dat a shame |
Bill Bailey, won’t you please come home |
Name | Year |
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Bill Bailey, Won't You Please Come Home? ft. Studio Pianist | 2011 |
Won't You Come Home Bill Bailey? | 1984 |