Won't You Come Home, Bill Bailey? by HARRY CONNICK, JR.

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



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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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