Letras:
Harry Connick Jr Won T You Come Home Bill Bailey

Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home I cried the whole night long I'll do the cookin', Bailey, I'll pay the rent I know I've done you

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