Lyrics:
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
called you a friend
So where do we go from here?
For me it won't ever get that near
And if it did I know what I would choose
Anything but the Zimmerman
me
Please listen to my prayer
You must know I've been true
Won't you say that we can start anew?
In my sorrow now I turn to you
Please answer me, my
change artist
Always in the mood for a change
Baby you're a quick change artist
Everybody knows they won't see you again
(Cause) You're a quick
Thank you, you're very kind
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey?
Won't you come home?
Ah, you've been away too long
I do that cooking, honey
You
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
Written by hughie cannon (as released by patsy cline, September 14, 1964
Won't you come home, bill bailey, won't you come home
I moan the whole
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
old self home
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home?
She moans the whole day long
I'll do the cooking, honey, I'll pay the rent
I
lady squeal.
He's all alone
I heard her groan.
She hollered through the door
Bill Bailey, is you sore?
Stop a minute, listen to me
Won't I see you
my little old self home)
Won''t you come home, Bill Bailey, won''t you come home?
She moans the whole day long.
I''ll do the cookin'', honey,
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
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
P!
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
hungry kids, oh, oh?
Now it's all over Danny Bailey
And the harvest is in
Dillinger's dead, oh
I guess the cops won again
Now it's all over Danny
values
When you associate with secular artists in the R&B hip-hop world
Here he comes
I cannot believe the controversy shrowding this man
Mr.
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
hungry kids, oh, oh?
Now it's all over Danny Bailey
And the harvest is in
Dillinger's dead, oh
I guess the cops won again
Now it's all over Danny
trapped in the system
Mentally they kept you in prison, and you won't get out, no one visit
Open up your mouth no one listen, you in denial, nigga
I'm in
me
Please listen to my prayer
You must know I've been true
Won't you say that we can start anew?
In my sorrow now I turn to you
Please answer me, my
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