Won't you come home, Bill Bailey
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey | |
Hughie Cannon
| On one summer's day, The 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: Chorus: 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. |
2. 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: Chorus: |