Since Oldtime Songwriter Hughie Cannon wrote the lyrics in 1902, singers have been pleading in every form of jazz from ragtime to bop: "Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home? Bill
Bailey, won't you please come home?" These days, any enterprising traveler in the Far East can hear the answera firm nofrom Bill Bailey himself.
Well, almost himself. Billy Bailey is 73 and runs Singapore's Coconut Grove, an obscure and homey bar (no unescorted women allowed) next door to a Buddhist nunnery on Singapore's Cuppage Road. A guitar keeps the...
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