Nada Knežević - Won't you come home, Bill Bailey

Won' t you come home, Bill Bailey, come on home!
She moans 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' maybe when I put you out
With nothin' but a fine tooth comb...
Yes, I know that I'm to blame, about each that a shame
Bill Bailey, won' t you please come home, Bill Bailey!
Please, come on home!


(H. Cannon)