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Bill Bailey
Blue Star 2044
 
    
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Bill Bailey
 
ID: 4042
   Instrumental  

LabelBlue Star
WEB SITE www.buddyweavermusic.com
Label information
Grid list of Blue Star recordings
Number2044
TypeSinging Call
Copies2
Vic's Rating4 (good)
Bpm127
Duration3:36
Media45 rpm vinyl
Artist(s)
Johnnie Wykoff (picture)     recordings by Johnnie Wykoff

Johnnie Wykoff

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Cue Sheet

OPENER - MIDDLE BREAK - CLOSER    Basic

Circle left
Won't you come home Bill Bailey, won't you come home
She moaned the whole night long

Left allemande, dosado your own
Boys star left now one time around you roam
Turn your partner by the right hand, left allemande
And swing your own and promenade
I know I'm to blame, and ain't it a shame
Bill Bailey won't you please come home


FIGURE    Mainstream, corner progression

Head couples square thru 4 hands around you do
Get around that corner dosado
You swing thru, girls circulate, boys trade
Run around that girl, bend the line and make it go now
You slide thru, and square thru 3 hands around you do
Swing that corner promenade
Well, I know I'm to blame, and ain't it a shame
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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