Won’t You Come Home
Well won't you come home, Bill Bailey
Won't you come home
She moans the whole night long
Ah, you’ll do the cookin', honey
I'll pay the rent
I know I've done you wrong
Oh, remember that rainy evenin'
I threw you out
You didn’t have a darn thing but a fine tooth comb
I know that I'm to blame
Ain't it a shame
Bill Bailey, won't you please come home
Bill Bailey, won't you please come home
