Bill Bailey

Won't you come home, Bill Bailey?
Won't you come home?
I miss you all day long

I'll do the cooking, honey
I'll pay the rent
I know I've done you wrong

'Member that rainy evening
I drove you out
With nothing but a fine-toothed comb

I know I'm to blame
Well, ain't that a shame?
Bill Bailey, won't you please come home?