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Won't You Come Home Bill Bailey
 (1902)
 
ID: 290

Square Dance
Recordings
Bill Bailey 4-Bar-B 6075
Bill Bailey Blue Star 2044
Bill Bailey Blue Star 1669
Bill Bailey Blue Star Retro 1140
Bill Bailey Brahma 602
Bill Bailey ESP 1122
Bill Bailey Lore 1196
Bill Bailey Sunny Hills 158
Bill Bailey Tarheel 141
Bill Bailey TNT 289
Bill Bailey Top 25017
Bill Bailey Top 25225
Bill Bailey / Ballin' The Jack Windsor 4420
Bill Bailey / Ballin' The Jack Windsor 7420
Bill Bailey / St. Louis Blues Dash 2401
Bill Bailey's Come Home / Dixieland Swing La Bandito 401
Just Because / Bill Bailey Rockin' M 115
New Bill Bailey MacGregor 982
Lyrics By

Hughie Cannon 
Composed By 
Recorded By

Bobby Darin (1960); and many others 
Comments

Traditional arranged by Bobby Darin (1960)
Released by Patsy Cline (1964)
Louis Armstrong recorded this song in Paris (1965) 
Links 
Lyrics

Lyrics are provided for informational and educational purposes only. Lyrics are
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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

 

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