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 night long. I'll do the cookin', honey, I'll
prayer that a country boy prays. Thank God He made me this way. Huntin', fishin', and lovin' every day. Early in the mornin', late in the evenin'. I'm getting red dirt rich and Flint River paid. Huntin
the kind that likes to take it way out. Out where the corn rows grow, row, row my boat. Floatin’ down the Flint River, catch us up a little catfish dinner. Gonna sound like a winner, when I lay you down