paroles de chanson Bill Bailey, Won't You Please Come Home? - Aretha Franklin

Won't you come home, Bill Bailey
Come on home
I know that I've done you wrong
Now, I'll do the cookin', honey
And I'll even pay your rent
I know I've done you wrong
Do you remember that rainy evening
I threw you out
With nothing but a fine tooth comb
And I know that I'm to blame
And it's a low down dirty shame, Bill Bailey
Come on home
I wonder will you come on home, Bill Bailey
Come on now
I know that I've done you wrong
I'll do all the burnin', honey
'Cause I can't cook
I know that I've done you wrong
Do you remember that rainy evening
I threw you out
With nothing but a fine tooth comb
And I know that I'm to blame
And it's a low down dirty shame, Bill Bailey
Come on now
My Bill, come on home
I'm sitting here a little troubled in mind
The way I am, I didn't think that you would leave me behind
Come on home, Bill, right now
Come on home, Bill, right now
You oughta put on your coat, come on home now
You oughta put on your shoes, I said come on home now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, Bill
Woo-hoo, hoo, come on now
Please, Bill, everything's alright
Bill Bailey, try to make it home by tonight
Please, Bill, I need you here
My Bill, come on now
Bill Bailey, won't you please come home
Oh oh oh oh oh oh, yeah