Turk Murphy
Bill Bailey, Won't You Please Come Home
Won't you come home, Bill BaileyWon't you come home?She moans the whole day long.I'll do the cookin', darlingI'll pay the rent,I know I've done you wrong;'member that rainy eve thatI threw you out,With nothing but a fine-tooth comb?I know I'm to blame,Well, ain't that a shameBill Bailey won't you please come home. Bill drove by that doorIn an automobile,A great big diamond, coach and footmanHear that lady squeal.He's all aloneI heard her groan.She hollered through the doorBill Bailey, is you sore?Stop a minute, listen to meWon't I see you no more?Bill winks his eyeAs he heard her cry:Chorus:
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