Bill Bailey, Won't You Please Come Home

Bill Bailey, Won't You Please Come Home
Composer(s): Hughie Cannon



On one summer's day, the sun was shining fine
The lady love of old Bill Bailey was hanging clothes on the line
In her back yard, and weeping hard
She married a B & O brakeman that took and throw'd her down
Bellering like a prune-fed calf with a big gang hanging '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 cooking darling, I'll pay the rent
I knows I've done you wrong
Member that rainy eve that I drove you out
With nothing but a fine tooth comb?
I know I'se to 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 footman, hear that big wench 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 cooking darling, I'll pay the rent
I knows I've done you wrong
Member that rainy eve that I drove you out
With nothing but a fine tooth comb?
I know I'se to blame; well ain't that a shame?
Bill Bailey won't you please come home?