Lyrics Bill Bailey, Won't You Please Come Home? - Arthur Collins, Studio Pianist

Bill Bailey, Won't You Please Come Home?

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