Aretha Franklin - Better Friends Than Lovers lyrics

Won't you come home, Bill Bailey
Won't you come home
I moan 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' that
I drove you out with nothin'
But a fine tooth comb
Yes, I know that I'm to blame
And ain't that a shame
Bill Bailey, won't you please come home

Won't you come home, Bill Bailey
Won't you come home
I moan the whole night long
I'm-a gonna do your cookin', honey
I'm-a gonna pay your rent
I know that I've done you wrong
Remember that rainy eve' that
I drove you out with nothin'
But a fine tooth comb
Well, I know that I'm to blame
And ain't that a dirty, low down shame
Bill Bailey, won't you please come home
Come home, come home, Bill Bailey
Bill Bailey, won't you please come on home
Come home, Bill Bailey
Bill Bailey, won't you please come on home
Come on home

You remember that rainy evenin'
I throwed you out
With nothin but a fine tooth comb
I know I'm to blame, now ain't it a shame
So baby, won't you please come

I said now, won't you please come
Bill Bailey, won't you please come on ho