Lyrics:
blues
Ending up with the Zimmerman blues
Ending up with the Zimmerman blues
I get a little sadness now just now and then
It comes to remind me
When I
(辛い記憶も)
一気に (時代の roar)
即 飲み干す (自分と共存)
一気に (okay now I'm ready fo' sho')
さあ 飲め飲め飲め飲め このグラス ay
さあ 酔え酔え酔え 今 to your artist
ワンショット (one shot) ツーショット
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
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
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
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,
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
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
introduced the oceans to the earth
Well whoever made the snowflakes
Made shadows where doubts lurk
I suspect an artist is at work
I know when an artist
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.
for my fishermen are going
To come homе alive down by the harbour
Life is calling mе back
That's what I am watching all the time
Take me back
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
was buried alive
Prognostic figure of speech to manifesto
Dr. Octagon move in the dark though
Multiply darkness, I'm the bright artist
Hologram image
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home?
I've moaned the whole night long
I'll do the cookin', honey, I'll pay the rent
I know I
Well, won't you come home, Bill Bailey
Won't you come home?
I mean the whole night long
I'll do the cookin; honey
I'll pay the rent
I know I
pull up to his mansion alone
And don't come in with all that gun play
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
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
Who? Why, your lady friend, that's who.
If I were you, If I were you, I'd get my little old self home)
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come
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