Baby, Won't You Please Come Home - Original - Bessie Smith

Well.

I’ve been beatin' the bushes all week long

Can’t seem to save a dollar

Apartments empty I’m all alone

Won’t you listen to a grown man hollar

The boss man’s dead on my case

Keep your mind on the job and stay busy

My mind’s been on his secretary

Lord have mercy… make ya dizzy

Why won’t you take me home… Baby

Why won’t you take me home

Just tell me get back to fishin'

I ain’t gonna go for no bait and switchin'

Why won’t you take me home

Every man wants his secretary

The woman of his dreams

Monday through Friday nine to five… she's all over me

We get to work and she starts flirtin'

Loves to play her game

I saw her out on Saturday night

She didn’t seem to know my name

Tuesday I’m ready to scream

Wednesday I’m a little less mean

Thursday I’m ready for sin

Friday night let the games begin

Why won’t you take me home…

Why won’t you take me home

Be stuck in the middle far too long

Hot diggity dog let’s have some fun

Why won’t you take me home…

Why won’t you take me home…

Why won’t you take me home

Just tell me get back to fishin'

I ain’t gonna go for no bait and switchin'

Why won’t you take me home…

Why won’t you take me home…

Why won’t you take me home

Be stuck in the middle far too long

Hot diggity dog let’s have some fun

Why won’t you take me home…

Why won’t you take me home

Why won’t you take me home…

Why won’t you take me home

Just tell me get back to fishin'

I ain’t gonna go for no bait and switchin'

Why won’t you take me home…