Hợp âm Bill Bailey

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[Verse 1]
[D]Me and my shotgun driver
were getting that last cup
before hitting a slab,
and he was highly upset
about his little [A]mama being very mad,
about him trucking
and being gone all the time,
that he may have to move into the old truck,
lock, stock, and log boat.
[D]He had [A]been told not to come back
[D]if he was going to live like a gypsy
She had to [A]look at his [D]8x10 picture
before she let him in,
he might as well keep on [G]truckin'
All of a sudden that door
[Abdim]blew open
and here come [D]his mama
Eye[B]s ready to go out the w[E]indow
and head south [A]when [D]she said
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey,
won't you come home
I cried the whole night [A]long
I'll wash your bird dog honey,
I'll scrub your truck,
I know I've done you [D]wrong
I remember that rainy evening,
I threw you out,
and said don't even call
me on the [G]phone
Now I know I'm [Abdim]to blame,
I [D]must have been in[B]sane,
Bill Bailey
[A]won't you please truck on [D]home
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey,
won't you come home
I cried the whole night [A]long
I'll check your tires, honey,
I'll fill out your log
I'll sing you a truck driver's [D]song
I remember that stormy evening,
I threw you out
Without your old Razor or your [G]Kong
I know truckin' is your game,
[Abdim]and you ain't[D] gonna change
[B]Bill Bailey wants y[A]ou,
please truck [D]on home
And she said, Honest,
sweetheart, I'll be good
I'll turn your sheets over,
I'll get [G]you a hot water bottle
I'll put a new picture in your [Abdim]wal let,
we'll [D]plant some flowers in [B]your bun
Come on home, [D]Willie Bill,
[A]you're my truck -driv
[D]in' son of a gun
Honest!
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey,
won't you come home,
I cried the whole night [A]long.
I'll wash the bird dog, honey,
I'll scrub out your truck,
I know I've done you [D]wrong.
I remember a snowy evening,
I threw you out,
and said don't even call me on the [G]phone.
Now I know I'm to [Abdim]blame,
I [D]must have been insane
[B]Bill Bailey won[D]'t you please truck along
Well won't you come home
Bill Bailey, won't you come home
I cried the whole night [A]long