Julie London — Bill Bailey Wont You Please Come Home

Won't you come home, Bill Bailey? Won't you come home? I moan the whole day long I'll do the cookin', darling, I'll pay the rent I know I've done you wrong Remember that rainy eve that I threw you out with nothin' but a fine-tooth comb? I know I'm to blame, well, ain't it a shame Bill Bailey, won't you please come? Remember that rainy eve that I threw you out with nothin' but a fine-tooth comb? I know I'm to blame, well, ain't it a shame Bill Bailey, won't you please come home? Your Mama's waitin' Bill Bailey, won't you please come home? C'mon Bill, I'm gettin' so tired of waitin'