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Bill Bailey
Blue Star 1669
 
    
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Bill Bailey
 
ID: 13533
   Instrumental  

LabelBlue Star
WEB SITE www.buddyweavermusic.com
Label information
Grid list of Blue Star recordings
Number1669
TypeSinging Call
Copies2
Vic's Rating0 (not rated)
Bpm 
Duration3:46
Media45 rpm vinyl
Artist(s)
Andy Andrus     recordings by Andy Andrus
See Also

Cue Sheet

OPENER - MIDDLE BREAK - CLOSER    A1

Docey your corner lady, swing with your taw
Promenade go two by two, go walking round that hall
1 & 3 wheel around, right & left thru you go
Pass thru, on to the next, pass thru you know
Cross trail thru with the next old two, your corners allemande
Come back one and swing, promenade around that land
You promenade that ring with that sweet little thing
Bill Bailey won't you please come home


FIGURE    Basic, corner progression

Head ladies chain to the right, turn that girl around
New head ladies chain now, straight across that town
1 & 3 go up and back, half square thru
Right & left thru the outside two, then star thru you do
Square thru across from you, four hands around
Swing with that corner, promenade
Well promenade the ring with that sweet little thing
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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