I knows I'se to blame; well, ain't dat a shame? Bill Bailey, won't you please come home?
Bill drove by dat door, In an automobile, A great big diamond, coach and footman, hear dat big wench squeal: "He's all alone," I heard her groan; She hollered thro' that door, "Bill Bailey, is you sore? Stop a minute; won't you listen to me? Won't I see you no more?
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Hot lyrics. Who why, your lady friend, that's who. If I were you, if I were you, I'd get my little old self home Won't you come home, bill bailey, won't you come home She moans the whole day long. I'll do the cookin', honey, i'll pay the rent I know I done you wrong. Do you remember that rainy evenin' I threw you out with nothin' but a fine tooth co-oo-omb Ya, I know I'm to blame, ain't it a shame, Bailey, won't you please come home.
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