Текст Jr. Harry Connick – Won’t You Come Home, Bill Bailey?

On one summer’s day,
The Sun was shinin’ fine,
The lady love of old Bill Bailey
Was hangin’ clothes on the line

She married a B&O brakeman
That took and throwed her down,
Bellerin’ like a prune-fed calf
With a big gang hanging round
And to that crowd,
She hollered loud

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Won’t you come home, Bill Bailey
Won’t you come home?
She moans the whole day long.
I’ll do the cookin’, darling
I’ll pay the rent,
I know I’ve done you wrong;
‘member that rainy eve that
I threw you out,
With nothing but a fine-tooth comb?
I know I’m 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 lady squeal.
He’s all alone

She hollered through the door
Bill Bailey, is you sore?
Stop a minute, listen to me
Won’t I see you no more?
Bill winks his eye
As he heard her cry

Chorus