it's time you went home, Bill Bailey
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it's time you went home
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you got a woman there that moans the whole night long
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she said she'd do the cooking, Billy
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said she'd pay the rent
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she realizes that she done you wrong, yeah
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stop thinking about that lonely evening
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that she drove you out
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with nothing but a fine toothcomb
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oh then I know that's a shame, Bill
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maybe you're the blame, Bill
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so Bailey go on home
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it's time you went home Bill Bailey
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it's time you home
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you got a woman there she's moaning and a groaning
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the whole night long
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said she'd do that cooking, Billy
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pay the telephone bill and the rent
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she realizes that she done you wrong
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stop thinking about that lonely evening
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that she drove you out
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and remember, remember she didn't let you leave
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without that fine tooth comb
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And I know, I know
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I know it's a shame
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maybe you're to blame, Bill
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and Bailey won't you go on home
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Bailey won't you get on home
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Bailey go on home
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Bill Bailey
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| Sam Cooke |
