Letras
On one Saturday morning, the sun was shining fine
The lady love of old Bill Bailey was hanging clothes on the line
In her backyard, and weeping hard
Now she married a B&O brakeman, who went and put her down
Crying like a bald-face heifer, a big crowd hanging 'round
And to this crowd, she yelled out loud
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home?
She cried the whole night through
She'll do the cooking, Bailey, she'll pay the rent
She knows she's done you wrong
Remember that rainy evening, when she kicked you out
With nothing but a fine tooth comb?
Oh, she knows that she's to blame
Ain't that a low down shame?
Bill Bailey, won't you please come home?
Won't you return home, William?
She's blowing her top, she's living off alcohol
She's in the gin mill daily, she's there at night
That girl ain't living right
She's in a sad condition, she's a sorry sight
She's grieving 'cause you put her down
Oh, she knows that she's to blame
And she's hanging her head in shame
Sweet William, won't you please come home?
Oh, she knows that she's to blame
And she hangs her head in shame
Bill Bailey, won't you please come home?
William, why don't you come on home to that woman?