She's crying, won't you come home,
Bill Bailey, won't you come home?
She moans the whole day long.
I'll do the cookin' for you,
I know I've done you wrong.
Remember that rainy evening,
I drove you out with nothing
well, ain't that a shame?
Oh, don't you worry about old
Bill Bailey, we've got news to tell
Yeah, now he's living in Miami
Bill got tipped off on the horses,
Diamond rings on every finger,
Coat of arms on his front door,
This tiny planet's Billy's
Bill Bailey's now a -comin' home
She's crying, won't you come home,
I know I've done you wrong
well, ain't that a shame?