Won't you
come home,
little baby, 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
Remember that rainy evening,
I turned you out
With nothing but a fine -toothed call
I know I'm to blame,
now ain't that a shame
Bill
Bailey, won't you please come home
On a summer's day,
the sun was shining fine
The lady love of
Oakville, baby, was hanging
Clothes on the line in her back yard,
and weeping hard
She married a big ol' breakman,
who took and throwed her down
Fell in line, got through the dance,
had a great big gang around
And to that crowd, she yelled out loud
Won't you come home, little baby,
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 done you wrong
Remember that rainy evening
I turned you out
With nothing but a fine -tooth comb
I know I'm to blame,
now ain't that a shame
Bill
Bailey, won't you please
come home?
Bill
Bailey, won't you please come home?
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