by Hughie Cannon
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"Won't you come home, Bill Bailey?
Won't you come home?"
She cried the whole night long.
"I'll do the cooking honey, I'll pay the rent.
I know I done you wrong.
Remember that rainy evening I drove you out
with nothing but a fine-tooth comb?
Well I know I'm to blame,
well ain't that a shame?
Bill Bailey won't you please come home?"