Bill Bailey, Won't You Please Come Home

Won't you come home, Bill Bailey? Won't you come home? She moans the whole day long.

I'll do the cooking, darling. I'll pay the rent. I knows I've done you wrong.

'Member that rainy evening I drove you out with nothing but a fine-tooth comb. Oh, I know I's to blame. Well, honey, ain't that a shame? Bill Bailey, won't you

please come home?

Won't you come home, Bill Bailey? Won't you come home? She moans the whole day long. I'll do the cooking, darling. I'll pay the rent. I know I've done you

wrong. 'Member that rainy evening I drove you out with nothing but a fine-tooth comb. I know I'm to blame, but ain't that a shame? Bill Bailey, won't you please

come home?

Won't you come home, Bill Bailey? Won't you come home? She moans the whole day long.

I'll do the cooking, darling. I'll pay the rent. I knows I've done you wrong. 'Member that rainy evening I drove you out with nothing but a fine-tooth comb. Oh,

I know I's to blame. Well, honey, ain't that a shame? Bill Bailey, won't you please come home? Won't you come home?