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• Artiste: Al Hirt
• Titre: Bill Bailey
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<script type="text/javascript"> $(document).ready(function(e) { $(".protected").disableSelection(); }); </script>One one summer's day, Sun was shinin' fine, The lady love of old Bill Bailey Was hangin' clothes on the line In her back yard, And weepin' hard. 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: [Chorus] 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 I heard her groan. 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]<br/>---<br/>"Bill Bailey" as written by Traditional/rowan<br/>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC<br/>Lyrics powerd by <a href="http://www.lyricfind.com/" target="_NEW" style="text-decoration: none;">LyricFind</a><br/>