On one summer's day,
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The Sun was shinin' fine,
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The lady love of old Bill Bailey
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Was hangin' clothes on the line
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In her back yard,
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And weepin' hard.
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She married a B&O brakeman
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That took and throwed her down,
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Bellerin' like a prune-fed calf
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With a big gang hanging round
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And to that crowd,
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She hollered loud
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Won't you come home, Bill Bailey
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Won't you come home?
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She moans the whole day long.
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I'll do the cookin', darling
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I'll pay the rent,
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I know I've done you wrong;
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'member that rainy eve that
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I threw you out,
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With nothing but a fine-tooth comb?
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I know I'm to blame,
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Well, ain't that a shame
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Bill Bailey won't you please come home.
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Bill drove by that door
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In an automobile,
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A great big diamond, coach and footman
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Hear that lady squeal.
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He's all alone
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I heard her groan.
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She hollered through the door
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Bill Bailey, is you sore?
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Stop a minute, listen to me
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Won't I see you no more?
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Bill winks his eye
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As he heard her cry
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[Chorus]
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Won't You Come Home, Bill Bailey?
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| Harry Connick, Jr. |
