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Bill Bailey
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Bill Bailey
 
ID: 13581

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LabelESP
WEB SITE www.esprecordings.com
Label information
Grid list of ESP recordings
Number1122
TypeSinging Call
Copies0
Vic's Rating0 (not rated)
Bpm 
Duration 
Media45 rpm vinyl
Artist(s)
Bob Elling (picture)     recordings by Bob Elling
Ken Bower (picture)     recordings by Ken Bower

Bob EllingKen Bower

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Cue Sheet

OPENER - MIDDLE BREAK - CLOSER    Basic

Well, you're gonna walk around that corner lady, see saw your pet
Join hands and circle 'round the ring
The men star right and go once around tonight
Left allemande, weave the ring, go
Well I remember that rainy evening, you tossed me out
With nothin' but a fine toothed comb
I know I'm to blame, baby, ain't that a shame
Bill Bailey won't you please come home


FIGURE    Basic, corner progression

Heads square thru count 'em 4 hands round
You make a right hand star
The heads star left, roll it one time and then
Same pair and do a dosado
Swing thru and then the boys trade
Swing the corner lady round and promenade
I know I'm to blame, baby, ain't that a shame
Bill Bailey won't you please come home


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Bill Bailey won't you please come home
 
Lyrics

Lyrics are provided for informational and educational purposes only. Lyrics are
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Won't You Come Home Bill Bailey Lyrics ID: 290

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

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:

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

Lyrics by Hughie Cannon.
Recorded by Bobby Darin (1960); and many others.
 

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