
Bill Bailey, Won’t You Please Come Home? Aretha Franklin
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Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home
I moan the whole night long
I'll do the cookin', honey, I'll pay the rent
I know I done you wrong
Remember that rainy eve' that
I drove you out with nothin' but a fine tooth comb
Yes, I know that I'm to blame, and ain't that a shame
Bill Bailey, won't you please come home
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home
I moan the whole night long
I'm-a gonna do your cookin', honey, I'm-a gonna pay your rent
I know that I've done you wrong
Remember that rainy eve' that
I drove you out with nothin' but a fine tooth comb
Well, I know that I'm to blame, and ain't that a dirty, low-down shame
Bill Bailey, won't you please come home
Come home, come home, Bill Bailey
Bill Bailey, won't you please come on home
Come home, Bill Bailey
Bill Bailey, won't you please come on home
Come on home
You remember that rainy evenin'
I throwed you out, with nothin but a fine tooth comb
I know I'm to blame, now ain't it a shame
So baby, won't you please come
I moan the whole night long
I'll do the cookin', honey, I'll pay the rent
I know I done you wrong
Remember that rainy eve' that
I drove you out with nothin' but a fine tooth comb
Yes, I know that I'm to blame, and ain't that a shame
Bill Bailey, won't you please come home
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home
I moan the whole night long
I'm-a gonna do your cookin', honey, I'm-a gonna pay your rent
I know that I've done you wrong
Remember that rainy eve' that
I drove you out with nothin' but a fine tooth comb
Well, I know that I'm to blame, and ain't that a dirty, low-down shame
Bill Bailey, won't you please come home
Come home, come home, Bill Bailey
Bill Bailey, won't you please come on home
Come home, Bill Bailey
Bill Bailey, won't you please come on home
Come on home
You remember that rainy evenin'
I throwed you out, with nothin but a fine tooth comb
I know I'm to blame, now ain't it a shame
So baby, won't you please come
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