Letras
Bill Bailey won't you please come home
Sung by Arthur Collins, Columbia Record
On one summer's day
Sun was shinin' fine
The lady love of old Bill Bailey
Was a-hangin clothes on the line
In her back yard
And a-weepin' hard
She married a B and O brakeman
That look and throwed her down
Feller in like a prune fed calf
With a big gang hangin' 'round
And to that crowd
She yelled out loud
Won't you come home Bill Bailey
Won't you come home
She moans the whole day long
I'll do the cookin' darlin', I'll pay the rent
I knows I done you wrong
'Member that rainy evenin' I drove you out
With nothin' but a fine-tooth comb
I knows I'se the 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 footmen
Hear that beak went squeal
He's all alone
I heard her groan
She hollered through that door
Bill Bailey is you sore
Stop a minute won't you listen to me
Won't I see you no more
Bill winked 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' darlin', I'll pay the rent
I knows I done you wrong
'Member that rainy evenin' I drove you out
With nothin' but a fine-tooth comb
I knows I'se the blame
Well ain't that a shame
Bill Bailey won't you please come home