When The Saints Go Marching In/Bill Bailey Won't You Please Come Home (Live At The Copacabana/1961)

Thank you, you are great, I'm glad I came tonight
I'm just one weary pilgrim
And I'm walking through this sad land of mine
I'm getting ready, to visit my city
Where the sun will one day, shine
Everybody does this song for a closing, but I love it

When the saints go marching in
Yeah, when the saints go marching on in
I'm gonna be in that heaven of a number
When the saints go marching on in

I'm gonna wear a happy smile
I'm gonna wear one happy smile
I'm gonna sing and shout, 'Hallelujah!"
When the saints go marching on in

Come on everyone
I'm gonna join, that heavenly band
I'm gonna join, that heavenly band
I'm gonna hear them trumpets blowin'
When the saints go marching on in

I'm gonna see, them pearly gates
I'm gonna see, them pearly gates now
I'm gonna see, them gates standing wide open
When the saints go marching on in

There we go now
Won't you come home Bill Bailey, won't you come home?
I've moaned the whole day long, I saw you there
I 'll do the cookin', honey, I'll pay the rent, you bet
I know I've done you wrong

Remember that rainy evening, I throwed you out
With nothing but a fine-tooth comb
I know i'm to blame, and badder ain't it a shame
William Bailey, won't you please, come on home

I remember that rainy evening
I throwed you out
With nothing but a fine-tooth comb
I'm a one-man woman, I admit
I need my one man, will you listen
Hey, William Bailey, won't you please
Come on and get on home