The Bill Bailey Who Didn’t Come Home

By James A. Treloar
From the Detroit Sunday News Magazine Page June 17, 1973

A Jackson saloon’s piano player wrote the song, a drifter musician starred in it – while his wife cried because the lyrics were cruel.

Won’t you come home, Bill Bailey? Won’t you come home?
She moans the whole day long.

“Bill Bailey,” the most popular ragtime tune ever written, was a cruel song. It celebrated the reallife tragedy of a country girl who couldn’t keep pace with her city sweetheart in Jackson, Mich. Yet, it’s a song that America loves.

Honky-tonk singers – the ones who had voices big enough to hammer nails through cement – made it their specialty. The piano player in every blindpig during Prohibition knew it by heart. Dixieland bands arranged it, an opera starr recorded it and during the 40s it was crooned for bobbysoxers. Only one song in American history – “Stardust” – has been recorded more often.

“Bill Bailey” – Turk Murphy Jazz Band from Favorites Vol. 2 (Good Time Jazz)

But “Bill Bailey” was written in 1902 as a thoughtless joke, and 70 years later it still brings pain to the woman it poked fun at. The former Mrs. Bill Bailey, who turned 100 years old in a Jackson nursing home this spring, will burst into tears if somebody mentions that song from so long ago.

Sarah Bailey at 100
Sarah Siegrist (Bailey) at 100 (1973). Photo from Detroit Daily News.

Mrs. Bailey was a country girl. She was born Sarah Siegrist on a farm in Jackson County. Her parents were immigrants from Germany, and they settled in what had already become a German community in Waterloo Township. Sarah Siegrist had a strict up-bringing. In the German church she attended, men sat on one side of the aisle, women on the other.

Her schooling was spotty. Her parents preferred that she learn how to be a good wife, and her real education took place in the farm kitchen. Her most vivid recollections today are of the warnings her mother gave her on how to behave like a lady, and not be taken advantage of by any smart-alec city fellow.

The warnings did no good. When she was about 18, Sarah moved into Jackson and got a job as a hotel maid. Turn-of-the-century Jackson wasn’t the peaceful town it is today. It was wideopen. “Little Chicago” they called it. Jackson was a railroad town. It was the most central point on the track between Detroit and Chicago, and the Michigan Central Railroad had built its repair shops there. It was also the collecting point for goods flowing north or south. The trains were made up in Jackson. The crews were quartered there, about 3,000 of them in 1900.

Custom dictated that any worthy man crippled in a railroad accident would be set up in business or politics by his friends. Many a fortune in Jackson today was founded on a crushed hand or an amputated leg.

Jackson’s saloons catered to the railroad men. The saloons began at the Michigan Central depot, and strung one after the other up Main Street, sometimes spilling off into side streets. The best of these was Conrad Deidrich’s Saloon, just two blocks up the street from the depot. Here’s where the middle echalon railroad men came after work – the conductors, the engineers, the brakemen. Here’s where the song “Bill Bailey” was probably composed.

Hughie Cannon
Hughie Cannon, 1904. Photographer unknown.

Deidrich’s was one of the few saloons in town that had a piano. Men could get beer for 5 cents a pint, bar whiskey right out of the barrel for 10 cents, listen to a drifter named Hughie Cannon pound the piano keys, and later on begin eyeing the bawdy house upstairs over the grocery across the street. Women never came to Deidrich’s saloon. It was a man’s haven. The only thing to mar masculine serenity was a hygiene problem that plagued men of the era – lice.

The remedy was to occasionally scoop the lice out of one’s hair with a specially made comb. More men owned a fine-toothed comb than owned a toothbrush.

Remember that rainy evenin’ I drove you out,
With nothin’ but a fine-toothed comb?

The Civil War had given a monumental lift to the budding art of photography. Every mother had to have a picture of her son in uniform. In Jackson, mothers took their sons to Bailey’s photograph gallery, located on Main Street near Deidrich’s Saloon. The photographer’s son, Willard G. Bailey, had no interest in taking over his father’s business, however. People called him “Bill” and Bill Bailey was a musician. He worked as a music teacher by day and a dance hall musician by night.

How Bailey met Sarah Siegrist isn’t known. Mrs. Bailey either can’t or won’t remember.

Sarah & Willard Bailey
Sarah and Willard Bailey, probably c. 1904. Caption on photo says, “An immortalized parting.”

They were married in 1893.

“Bill was my sweetheart, but he was everybody else’s too,” Mrs. Bailey remembers. She wept over the memory. “I never felt there was a man who wanted just me…Bill Bailey was a nice guy. He lied to me all the time, but I was too young to understand much then. I was a country girl…It’s not true what the song says. Bill was always late coming home, but I never asked him ‘What did you do?’ or ‘Where have you been?…I wanted to be a child’s mother, but Bill didn’t want a baby. He was out every night, playing at the dances. But he let me adopt a little girl.”

I know I’s to blame, Well, ain’t that a shame?
Bill Bailey, won’t you please come home.

When Bailey wasn’t playing a dance job, he’d hang out in Deidrich’s Saloon, listening to the music of Hughie Cannon, piano player and composer. To the day he died in 1912 of cirrohisis of the liver, Hughie carried a boyish face, an impish grin, and had a bag on. He’d go off on long bouts of drinking, and the piano at Deidrich’s Saloon might be quiet for fi ve, maybe six, months. Then Hughie would dry out, walk in like nothing had happened, and take over the piano again.

Deidrich never paid Hughie anything. He’d keep Hughie’s glass filled, and the impish piano man would play all afternoon and night for the nickels and dimes the railroad men would toss on his piano.

“Bill Bailey” – Lu Watters Live At Hambone Kelly’s: 1950, Vol. 2

Ragitme was brewed from the same cauldron that produced spirituals, the blues, and jazz. Unlike its cousins, however, ragtime was unfailingly cheerful. It was the proper vehicle for making sport of tragedy. The first great exposure the public had to ragtime was at the series of World’s Fairs near the turn of the century in Chicago, Omaha, Buffalo, and St. Louis where wandering pianists found employment along the midways. People went home from their visits to the fair singing “Hello My Baby” or whistling “Maple Leaf Rag.”

Hughie Cannon couldn’t sing worth a lick, but he knew all the ragtime tunes, and he could write them as well. By the time he wandered into Jackson one day and dusted off the stool at Deidrich’s Saloon, he’d already written a few songs, including “Goo-Goo Eyes.”

Hughie was still single, and his mode of operation in a new town was to approach a widowed lady and ask for room and board, in exchange for which he’d take care of the rent. “You do the cookin’,” he’d say, “and I’ll pay the rent.” In song, it wasn’t that fair.

Hughie was not only a drunk. He tried opium and cocaine as well. Eventually he was able to shed drugs, but never booze.

The relationship between Hughie Cannon and Bill Bailey can’t be nailed down. Folklore has it that Bill admired Hughie’s musical gift, and would often help him out of a jam or see to it that Hughie got a square meal. Almost certainly, however, the pair of them got to talking about women one night, and Bill gave Hughie a pretty dismal account of his marriage to Sarah.

Hughie had never met Sarah, but he was inspired to rattle off a ditty about Bailey’s irregular hours. Bailey thought the song was a scream, and he brought home a dashed-off copy of the song to show Sarah.

Sarah couldn’t see the humor.

Original sheet music cover, 1906.

“I liked the music,” she said with farm girl simplicity. “But I thought the words lowered him.” For a while, she accepted without comment the picture it drew of her as a wife, though it lowered her as well.

Hughie eventually peddled “Bill Bailey” to a New York publisher for $350. It was the most he ever got for a song. “Goo-Goo Eyes” went for $35. “Ain’t That A Shame” he gave away. His publisher made a fortune out of “Bill Bailey.”

Bill Bailey-cover
Original sheet music cover, 1904.

The song was given its formal debut during a musical review in Newburgh, N. Y. In a short time, it had become a “standard” with musicians everywhere. Music writers tried to
capitalize on the “Bill Bailey” craze with songs like “I Wonder Why Bill Bailey Don’t Come Home” and “Since Bill Bailey Came Back Home.”

I Wonder Why Bill Bailey Don't Come Home-cover

 

 

Since Bill Bailey Came Back Home

“Just Because She Made Dem Goo Goo Eyes” by Hughy Cannon, 1906 Oxford 7 inch Record On Early Oxford Disc Phonograph.

Oxford 7 inch

A New York banjo player billed himself as Bill Bailey [Note: probably the same as the following link]. A London music hall singer named E. William Bailey claimed the song was written for him. A disgruntled American landed in Singapore in the 1930s and opened “Bill Bailey’s Bar.” He always denied he was the genuine Bill Bailey, but in such a way that nobody would believe him.

Hughie Cannon moved to Detroit, and could be heard playing piano at a saloon off Farmer Street – when he wasn’t in Eloise (Wayne County General Hospital), drying out. He had a brief marriage to a girl who worked in a Detroit corset factory but, like Bill Bailey, he rarely came home, and his disgusted wife eventually threw him out.

Exactly 60 years ago today, Hughie died of cirrohsis of the liver in the Lucas County Infi rmary Hospital in Toledo. On the same day, his wife was in Jackson, being given her divorce decree, but Hughie never knew it.

Willard Bailey opened a store in Jackson, selling phonograph records for a while, then in 1910 he took Sarah and his adopted daughter to Los Angeles. Music continued to occupy Bailey’s life. He played with bands on the West Coast, then became a salesman for the Southern California Music Co.

Sarah never did adjust to being a musician’s wife. She divorced Bill in California, and moved to Oregon where she had relatives. There she met and married a farmer named Calvin Williams. Sarah’s escape back to the farm life apparently wasn’t much of a success. She won’t talk about Calvin Williams.

Bailey died in 1954 in California.

When Calvin Williams died, Sarah moved in with relatives in Jackson. Later she entered a nursing home. Today, she lives in the Cedar Knoll Rest Home northeast of Jackson, very near the farm where she was raised. It’s a peaceful life for Sarah. She can still chatter on about her childhood on the farm, the songs she learned in school, the poems she learned to recite in German, and how the men-folk would take their horses crossfields to church on Sunday.

And she can be emphatic that she was raised to be a good girl and a good wife. She remembers everything her mother taught her, even the lesson that city and country don’t get along.

The joke Hughie Cannon wrote is as painful to her today as it was 70 years ago. And just as unfair.

“I waited,” she protests, “but Bill Bailey never would come home!”


Additional Information

Lots more on Hughie Cannon http://ragpiano.com/comps/hcannon.shtml

Original sheet music for “Bill Bailey,”  1904 http://library.duke.edu/rubenstein/scriptorium/sheetmusic/n/n09/n0971/

Original sheet music for “Just Because She Made Dem Goo Goo Eyes.”

Original sheet music for “I Wonder Why Bill Bailey Don’t Come Home.”

Original sheet music for “Since Bill Bailey Came Back Home.”