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Bill Bailey / Ballin' The Jack
Windsor 7420
 
    
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Bill Bailey / Ballin' The Jack
Windsor 7420
 


ID: 18431
   Side A  

TypeSinging Call (two vocals)
WEB SITE www.windsorrecords.com
Label information
Grid list of Windsor recordings
Copies1
Vic's Rating0 (not rated)
Bpm 
Duration 
Media78 rpm vinyl
Artist(s)

Doc Alumbaugh
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Cue Sheet side A

OPENER - MIDDLE BREAK

Sashay around your corner, pass your partner, pass one more
Swing with your opposite lady
Sashay around your corner, pass your partner, pass one more
Swing with your own pretty little baby
Four ladies right hand star, go once around the hall
Left hand swing your partner, promenade 'em one and all
Why doncha promenade that ring with your pretty little thing
Bill Bailey won't you please come home


FIGURE

Heads ladies chain across you turn 'em twice around
Head couples half promenade
Side ladies chain across you turn 'em twice around
Side couples half promenade
Head two couples right & left thru, side two couples swing
Side couples right & left thru, head two couples swing
Four little ladies promenade, go all the way around

(Repeat figure, side ladies chaining first; repeat intro as middle break)
(Repeat figure, head ladies chaining first; repeat figure, side ladies chaining 1st)
(Repeat intro as close substituting following for last line of intro)


TAG

Bill Bailey promenade her, and when you're home you swing her
Bill Bailey won't you please come home

 
Lyrics

Lyrics are provided for informational and educational purposes only. Lyrics are
subject to all U.S. copyright laws and remain property of their respective owners.

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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