Another chorus

Won't you come home, Bill Bailey?
Won't you come home?
The Guardsmen sent you far away.
No more Red Cross Stew
No more MREs.
I'll cook you beans and rice each day.
Remember that rainy stormy morning
Our roof blew off--
How that wind did howl and moan.
Stop your roaming like a sailor;
You can share my FEMA trailer.
Bill Bailey, won't you please come home.