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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 that I've 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'ma gonna do your cookin', honey, I'ma 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

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Melvin Edward Alton “Turk” Murphy was born in Palermo, California, December 16, 1915. He was most renowned as a trombonist who played traditional and dixieland jazz in San Francisco at Earthquake Magoons night club.
Murphy served in the Navy during World War II, during which time he played and recorded with Lu Watters and Bunk Johnson, among others. In 1952 he headed his own band, consisting of himself, Wally Rose playing piano, Bob Helm playing clarinet, Dick Lammi strumming the banjo, and Bob Short with a tuba.

Read more about Turk Murphy on Last.fm.


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