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Bill Bailey / Ballin' The Jack
Windsor 4420
 
    
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Bill Bailey / Ballin' The Jack
 
Windsor 4420
 


ID: 13168

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TypeSinging Call (two vocals)
WEB SITE www.windsorrecords.com
Label information
Grid list of Windsor recordings
Copies0
Vic's Rating0 (not rated)
Bpm 
Duration 
Media45 rpm vinyl
Artist(s)

Bruce Johnson
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Cue Sheet side A

 
Lyrics

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

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.

Ballin' The Jack
 
 

Folks in Georgia's 'bout to go insane
Since that new dance down in Georgia came
I'm the only person who's to blame
I'm the party introduced it there, so!

Give me credit to know a thing or two
Give me credit for springing something new
I will show this little dance to you
When I do you'll say that it's a bear

First you put your two knees close up tight
Then you sway them to the left, then you sway them to the right
Step around the floor kinda nice and light
Then you twist around and twist around with all your might

Stretch your lovin' arms straight out in space
Then you do the Eagle Rock with style and grace
Swing your foot way 'round then bring it back
Now that's what I call "Ballin' the Jack"

It's being done at all the Cabarets
All society now has got the craze
It's the best dance done in modern days
That is why I rave about it so

Play some good rag, that will make you prance
Old folks, young folks all try to do the dance
Join right in now while you got the chance
Once again the steps to you I'll show

First you put your two knees close up tight
Then you sway them to the left, then you sway them to the right
Step around the floor kinda nice and light
Then you twist around and twist around with all your might

Stretch your lovin' arms straight out in space
Then you do the Eagle Rock with style and grace
Swing your foot way 'round then bring it back
Now that's what I call "Ballin' the Jack"

Composed by Chris Smith.
Lyrics by James Harry Burris.
Recorded by Al Jolson and Eddie Cantor; The Chordettes; many others.
 

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