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Bill Bailey
Blue Star Retro 1140
 
    
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Bill Bailey
 
ID: 15817

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LabelBlue Star Retro
WEB SITE www.buddyweavermusic.com
Label information
Grid list of Blue Star Retro recordings
Number1140
TypeSinging Call
Copies0
Vic's Rating0 (not rated)
Bpm 
Duration 
MediaMP3
Artist(s)
Mike Driscoll (picture)     recordings by Mike Driscoll

Mike Driscoll

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Cue Sheet

OPENER - MIDDLE BREAK - CLOSER    Basic

Four ladies promenade go once around the ring
Get back swing there with your man
Join hands make a big ring, you circle left go round
Left allemande, gonna weave the ring
Remember that rainy evening you threw me out
With nothing but a fine tooth comb
I know I'm to blame, ain't it a shame
Bill Bailey won't you please come home


FIGURE    Mainstream, corner progression

Heads promenade go halfway round the ring
Down the middle and square thru get four
All the way round and do the right & left thru
Veer left and circulate one time
Do a half tag, scoot back
Swing the corner, promenade go round the ring
I know I'm to blame, ain't it a shame
Bill Bailey won't you please come home


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Bill Bailey won't you please come home
 
Lyrics

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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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