From Four Until Late Songtext / Lyric

(Robert Johnson)



From four until late I was wringing my hands and crying.

From four until late I was wringing my hands and crying.

I believe to my soul that your daddy's gulfport bound.






From four until late, she made me a no good barroom clown.

From four until late, she made me a no good barroom clown.

You know she won't do nothing but tear a good man's reputation down.



A woman is like a dresser, some man always running through it's drawers.

A woman is like a dresser, some man always running through it's drawers.

She cause so many men to wear an apron overall.



When I leave this town I will bid you fare farewell.

When I leave this town I will bid you fare farewell.

And when I return again, you'll have a great long story to tell.